In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Alfred Lord TennysonCan calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
Alfred Lord TennysonIn words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Alfred Lord TennysonCan calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
Alfred Lord Tennyson