Sappho and PhaonKessinger Publishing, 2004 WHY, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, each wild convulsive start Tears the scorch'd roses from my burning face? |
Sappho and PhaonKessinger Publishing, 2004 WHY, through each aching vein, with lazy pace Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, While, from its source, each wild convulsive start Tears the scorch'd roses from my burning face? |