On The Death Of A Young Lady
2017
On the death of a young lady Hush’d are the winds, and still the evening gloom, Not e’en a zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return, to view my Margaret’s tomb, And scatter flowers on the dust I love.
2017
On the death of a young lady Hush’d are the winds, and still the evening gloom, Not e’en a zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return, to view my Margaret’s tomb, And scatter flowers on the dust I love.