Now I am here ; what thou wilt do with me, None of my books will show. I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit, or shade ; at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.
The temple, sacred poems and private ejaculations. [With] The synagogue - الصفحة 42
بواسطة George Herbert - 1709
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