XXVIII.
Reading edition
She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve; Less skilful than Leverrier It's sorer to believe!
Reading edition
She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve; Less skilful than Leverrier It's sorer to believe!