I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
William ShakespeareLady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
William ShakespeareI know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
William ShakespeareLady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
William Shakespeare