Chapter XXXVIII
Text size
Thy large smooth forehead, wrinkled shall appear!
Vermillion hue, to pale and wan shall turn!
Time shall deface what Youth has held most dear!
Yea, these clear Eyes (which once my heart did burn)
Shall, in their hollow circles, lodge the night;
And yield more cause of terror, than delight!
Comments
Log in to leave a comment.
An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature (4 of 8)Chapter XXXVIII
0%1 min left in chapter