Some starlit garden grey with dew,
Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,
What matters where, so I and you
Are worthy our desire?
XII - Poems (1898) - Rhymes And Rhythms
Some starlit garden grey with dew,
Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,
What matters where, so I and you
Are worthy our desire?
XII - Poems (1898) - Rhymes And Rhythms