HELENA TO HERMIA(FOR WINIFRED MORGAN-BROWN)
Throw up the cinders, let the night wear throughAnd all the dear accustomed things be saidEre up the sleepy stair-case I and youTake our warm ways to bed.Then let us loose our hands’ reluctant holdLest the uneasy dawn behind dim grovesStir the still leaves and any hint of coldBlow on our loves.
Throw up the cinders, let the night wear throughAnd all the dear accustomed things be saidEre up the sleepy stair-case I and youTake our warm ways to bed.Then let us loose our hands’ reluctant holdLest the uneasy dawn behind dim grovesStir the still leaves and any hint of coldBlow on our loves.
Throw up the cinders, let the night wear throughAnd all the dear accustomed things be saidEre up the sleepy stair-case I and youTake our warm ways to bed.Then let us loose our hands’ reluctant holdLest the uneasy dawn behind dim grovesStir the still leaves and any hint of coldBlow on our loves.