Agatha
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She […]
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She […]
HERE’S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To […]
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The […]
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, […]