With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Showing posts with label Sonnet XXXI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sonnet XXXI. Show all posts
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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