GHOSTS.
Reading edition
Mazing around my mind like moths at a shaded candle, In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering, Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you, When to the wall I nail’d your reticent effigys?
Reading edition
Mazing around my mind like moths at a shaded candle, In my heart like lost bats in a cave fluttering, Mock ye the charm whereby I thought reverently to lay you, When to the wall I nail’d your reticent effigys?