English poem
Xvi
Down a forest's long alleys they spun like tops: It seemed that for ages and ages, Thro' the Book of Life bereft of stops, They waltzed continuous pages.
Versos English George Meredith Xvi
Versos English George Meredith Xvi
English poem
Down a forest's long alleys they spun like tops: It seemed that for ages and ages, Thro' the Book of Life bereft of stops, They waltzed continuous pages.