English poem
Xxii
And how blest the Reunited, While beneath their castle-walls, Runs a deafening noise of welcome!-- Blest, though every tear that falls Doth in its silence of past sorrow tell, And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.
Versos English William Wordsworth Xxii
English poem
And how blest the Reunited, While beneath their castle-walls, Runs a deafening noise of welcome!-- Blest, though every tear that falls Doth in its silence of past sorrow tell, And makes a meeting seem most like a dear farewell.