Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirred with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy ros’d lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.
Lavinia
15 Κυριακή Αυγ. 2021
15 Κυριακή Αυγ. 2021
Alas, a crimson river of warm blood,
Like to a bubbling fountain stirred with wind,
Doth rise and fall between thy ros’d lips,
Coming and going with thy honey breath.