English poem
Xxi
Far better, yea, to me it seems, to die! To set glad lips against the lips of Death-- The only thing God gives that comforteth, The only thing we do not find a lie.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Xxi
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Xxi
English poem
Far better, yea, to me it seems, to die! To set glad lips against the lips of Death-- The only thing God gives that comforteth, The only thing we do not find a lie.