To you I sing, whom towns immure, And you, O Sad, who still endure But most to you with eyelids pure, To YOU I sing! 42X1238 To you I sing, whom towns immure, And you, O Sad, who still endure To you, But most to you with eyelids pure, Half-paused to speak, half-poised in flight ;- To YOU I sing! 42X1238 |