Your agony, not mine
Yet, I bleed without pain;
Your grief, not mine
Yet, I cry without reason.
Tears run unushered,
I don’t know them… 30 more words
‘Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
There’s nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow. 157 more words