And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with…
by Dev
My friend, my friend! Can you hear me, my friend? I lost you in the mist–…
To pour, to pour To drink, to drink. To numb my core And not to think.…
Upon the royal bed they rest: My dearest wife, my infant son. His head…
From the other side of your safe little windows You admire me. You write…
