Triad.
July 5, 2023The Guarded Wound
July 5, 2023The Proud Poet
Great Kings were dust and all their deeds forgot
Did my harp’s taut and burnished strings stand mute;
The fragrance of dead ladies’ lovely names
Blew never down but for my lute.
Great Kings were dust and all their deeds forgot
Did my harp’s taut and burnished strings stand mute;
The fragrance of dead ladies’ lovely names
Blew never down but for my lute.