Cold And Quiet
Cold, my dear,--cold and quiet. In their cups on yonder lea,Cowslips fold the brown bee's diet; So the moss enfoldeth thee."Plant me, plant me, O love,...
Cold, my dear,--cold and quiet. In their cups on yonder lea,Cowslips fold the brown bee's diet; So the moss enfoldeth thee."Plant me, plant me, O love,...
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