English poem
Viii
by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me! That's why she ensnared him: this never will free The soul from those masculine eyes,--say, "no!" To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.
Versos English William Lyon Phelps Viii
English poem
by William Lyon Phelps (1865–1943)
What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me! That's why she ensnared him: this never will free The soul from those masculine eyes,--say, "no!" To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.