Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves
Yet all is well; he has but passedTo Life's appointed bourne:And alien tears will fill for himPity's long-broken urn,For his mourners be outcast men,And outcasts always mourn.
Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves
ReplyDeleteYet all is well; he has but passed
ReplyDeleteTo Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.