William Henry Davies

 A Fleeting Passion – William Henry Davies

 A Fleeting Passion – William Henry Davies

Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let’s grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death. Now in the silence of the grave, My hand is squeezing that soft breast; While thou dost in such passion lie, It mocks me with its look of rest. But when the... »