Stanzas On Naething(2/2)
grave?
the drowning a poet is naething.
and now, as grim death's in my thought,
to you, sir, i make this bequeathing;
my service as long as ye've ought,
and my friendship, by god, when ye've naething.
the drowning a poet is naething.
and now, as grim death's in my thought,
to you, sir, i make this bequeathing;
my service as long as ye've ought,
and my friendship, by god, when ye've naething.