I am here ! but not rejoicing With thine idle gladness ; From the music round us voicing I but gather sadness : Thou sittest on a tree uprooted, Which shall no more be leav'd or fruited ; Those minstrel birds, the bird of prey, Or winter and its want,... Mundi Et Cordis: De Rebus Sempiternis Et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets - Page 42 by Thomas Wade - 1835 - 285 pages Full view -
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