Long ago,—
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow.
But now his nose is thin.
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff.
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh....
Long ago,—
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow.
But now his nose is thin.
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff.
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh....