A Dirge
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm whose tears are vain,
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,-
Wail, for the world's wrong!
| 2020 Harmen Schoonekamp | contact | Talennet | Webplattegrond |.
"Het leven is als een doosje bonbons: je weet nooit wat je nu weer gaat krijgen.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.
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