Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
Sara TeasdaleOld love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
Sara TeasdaleDown the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
Sara TeasdaleOld love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
Sara Teasdale