Passer Mortuus Est
Deathdevours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness,—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.Unremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And the little petulant handIs an annotation.After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Now that love is perished?
Deathdevours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness,—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.Unremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And the little petulant handIs an annotation.After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Now that love is perished?
Deathdevours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness,—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And the little petulant handIs an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Now that love is perished?