That all might fall to me
I shudder
Remembering the slaves of youth
To which I freely fettered
No
I could not shudder more
Nor suffer
Thanks for the consideration
I offer this silent muse
But I’ve no use for everything.
That all might fall to me
I shudder
Remembering the slaves of youth
To which I freely fettered
No
I could not shudder more
Nor suffer
Thanks for the consideration
I offer this silent muse
But I’ve no use for everything.