To you I sing, whom towns immure, And bonds of toil hold fast and sure ;- And you, O Sad, who still endure Some wound that only Time can cure,—— But most to you with eyelids pure, To YOU I sing! |
To you I sing, whom towns immure, And bonds of toil hold fast and sure ;- And you, O Sad, who still endure Some wound that only Time can cure,—— But most to you with eyelids pure, To YOU I sing! |