But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.


Monologues and lyrics (ed. 1856)


But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.

But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.

But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.

But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.