A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
William WordsworthAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William WordsworthA simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
William WordsworthAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
William Wordsworth