Come let us mock at the wise;
With all those calendars whereon
They fixed old aching eyes,
They never saw how seasons run,
And now but gape at the sun.
V, st. 2 - The Tower (1928) - Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen
Come let us mock at the wise;
With all those calendars whereon
They fixed old aching eyes,
They never saw how seasons run,
And now but gape at the sun.
V, st. 2 - The Tower (1928) - Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen