Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,Still, duringly cling I on to this heather –Dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine,The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen.Drat this creature of memories ill,Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell. ‘Vaunt! – Devil tyne –Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;Daunt – sinsyne […]
Continue Reading