with sober
sweet,
The sad winds moaning through the ruined tower,
The age-worn hind, the sheep's sad broken bleat--
All nature groans opprest with toil and care,
And wearied craves for rest, and love, and prayer.
The sad winds moaning through the ruined tower,
The age-worn hind, the sheep's sad broken bleat--
All nature groans opprest with toil and care,
And wearied craves for rest, and love, and prayer.
Hugo - Poems
