IS OURTEEN small broidered berries on the hem Fof Circe's mantle, each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that roll'd When Petrarch cut it sparkling out of thought; EUGENE LEE-HAMILTON. |
IS OURTEEN small broidered berries on the hem Fof Circe's mantle, each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that roll'd When Petrarch cut it sparkling out of thought; EUGENE LEE-HAMILTON. |