I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Source: Poetry & Prose
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Showing posts with label Walter Savage Landor. Show all posts
806. Last Fruit Off an Old Tree, by Walter Savage Landor
Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Source: Poetry & Prose
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
Source: Poetry & Prose
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