To her derided Home
A Weed of Summer came -
She did not know her station low
Nor Ignominy's name -
Bestowed a summer long
Upon a frameless flower -
Then swept as lightly from disdain
As Lady from her Bower -
Of Bliss the Codes are few -
As Jesus cites of Him -
"Come unto me" the Moiety
That wafts the Seraphim.
Immagini con frasi
Consigliati
Ultimi argomenti inseriti
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