William Watson. b. 1858
852. Song
1 min to read 46 words
APRIL, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears Like a lover greetest, If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April, Laugh thy golden laughter, But, the moment after, Weep thy golden tears!
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William Watson. b. 1858
853. Ode in May
1 min to read 351 words
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