Monday, 3 July 2017
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Friday, 5 May 2017
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.
Posted by †Seán Manchester at 09:54