Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.
George Herbert
PLEASURE IT IS
Pleasure it is
To hear, iwis,[12]
The birdės sing.
The deer in the dale,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.
George Herbert
Pleasure it is
To hear, iwis,[12]
The birdės sing.
The deer in the dale,