See;
Of pain and grief he dreams not, he;
The little hand is plump and round——
Agnes.
Yet pale.
Brand.
But that will pass.
Agnes.
How deep,
Restful and quickening is his sleep.
See;
Of pain and grief he dreams not, he;
The little hand is plump and round——
Agnes.
Yet pale.
Brand.
But that will pass.
Agnes.
How deep,
Restful and quickening is his sleep.