During Wind and Rain By Thomas Hardy They sing their dearest songs— He, she, all of them—yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one to play; With the candles mooning each face. . . Ah, no; the years O! How…
During Wind and Rain By Thomas Hardy They sing their dearest songs— He, she, all of them—yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one to play; With the candles mooning each face. . . Ah, no; the years O! How…