Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved As you thrust a bare arm backward And made play with your…
Security is mostly superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience…
To His Coy Mistress Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit…