THE MISANTHROPE
He supped on sorrow till his soulWas sated with the noxious fare;But not one drop of Love’s pure wineCould his repleted spirit bear.Clara Dargan Maclean.
He supped on sorrow till his soulWas sated with the noxious fare;But not one drop of Love’s pure wineCould his repleted spirit bear.Clara Dargan Maclean.
He supped on sorrow till his soulWas sated with the noxious fare;But not one drop of Love’s pure wineCould his repleted spirit bear.
He supped on sorrow till his soul
Was sated with the noxious fare;
But not one drop of Love’s pure wine
Could his repleted spirit bear.
Clara Dargan Maclean.
Clara Dargan Maclean.