Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee to naked laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
ONCE
He sees them pass
As the light is graying,
Each lad and lass
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee to naked laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
He sees them pass
As the light is graying,
Each lad and lass