The pictures, with their ruddy light, Are changed to dust and ashes white, And I am left alone with night
Daniela Cgcompartió una citahace 7 años
Nay! In those words there rings from other years The echo of a long low cry, Where a proud spirit wrestles with its tears In loneliest agony
Daniela Cgcompartió una citahace 7 años
Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude. Here may the silent tears I weep
Daniela Cgcompartió una citahace 7 años
“Alas!” she sighed. “For what can Woman do? Her life is aimless, and her death unknown: Hemmed in by social forms she pines in vain
Daniela Cgcompartió una citahace 7 años
The heavy hours of night went by, And silence quickened into sound, And light slid up the eastern sky,
Daniela Cgcompartió una citahace 7 años
So by degrees his spirit bent
Алина Андрухcompartió una citahace 9 años
He saw her once, and in the glance, A moment’s glance of meeting eyes,