To be less fickle!
And grievous prickle!
And gambolled too,
Was due to you!
By greenside came,
And yours the blame!
THOUGHTS ON REACHING LAND
I had a friend whose path was pain—
To be less fickle!
And grievous prickle!
And gambolled too,
Was due to you!
By greenside came,
And yours the blame!
I had a friend whose path was pain—