VAIN SPEECH
Reading edition
Sweet, how can I express Or give of love to thee? For, bounded with thy glory, Naught of my soul is free. Nor golden of the sunset, Nor red of dawn at sea, Nor all the stars in heaven Can paint the form of thee.
Reading edition
Sweet, how can I express Or give of love to thee? For, bounded with thy glory, Naught of my soul is free. Nor golden of the sunset, Nor red of dawn at sea, Nor all the stars in heaven Can paint the form of thee.