My Girl, thou gazest much
upon the golden skies:
Would I were Heaven! I would behold
thee with all mine eyes.
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My Girl, thou gazest much
upon the golden skies:
Would I were Heaven! I would behold
thee with all mine eyes.
“I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor