English poem
Iii
The South sang like a nightingale To thaw her glittering dream: No vine of Love her bosom gave, She drank no wine of Love, but grave She held them to Love’s theme.
Versos English George Meredith Iii
Versos English George Meredith Iii
English poem
The South sang like a nightingale To thaw her glittering dream: No vine of Love her bosom gave, She drank no wine of Love, but grave She held them to Love’s theme.