Tuesday, November 22, 2011

And A Time To Die

Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?

1 comment:

  1. I love this, I really really do. I hope you post more soon.