Talk what you please of future springAnd sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:—Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,No more to laugh, no more to sing,I sit alone with sorrow.CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Threehundredfifteen
January 3, 2018
|In Daily Post
Talk what you please of future springAnd sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:—Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,No more to laugh, no more to sing,I sit alone with sorrow.CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
