The Moon’s love-song.”
AGE COMES A-WOOING
With shameless and incessant lust
Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust
Upon my body’s loveliness.
O loathsome Age, thy foul caress
Puts on my heart a deadly blight,
Withers my hair to leprous white,
The Moon’s love-song.”
With shameless and incessant lust
Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust
Upon my body’s loveliness.
O loathsome Age, thy foul caress
Puts on my heart a deadly blight,
Withers my hair to leprous white,