“ Too true, too many tears! Dawns of heartbreak.
Each moon is cruel, and every sun bitter:
I’m swollen with harsh love’s drunken torpor.
O let my keel burst! Let me go to the sea! ”
Each moon is cruel, and every sun bitter:
I’m swollen with harsh love’s drunken torpor.
O let my keel burst! Let me go to the sea! ”
