My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.


Selected poems (ed. 1962)

Stevie Smith Quotes

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.