And, when its notes awake again,
Be careful with that match!
He said it for himself. I see him there
All that we see or seem
She night and morning
Like a wind-uprooted tree
Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of grey,
In the haunts of goblin men.
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
And, when its notes awake again,
Be careful with that match!
He said it for himself. I see him there
All that we see or seem
She night and morning
Like a wind-uprooted tree
Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of grey,
In the haunts of goblin men.
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,