Epithalmion
It was many moons ago a thought came Tumbling and fumbling from heavens high And showed itself to mortal eyes “A gift, I have,” it bellowed. “A gift I have for her.” With that it withered, but did not die.
It was many moons ago a thought came Tumbling and fumbling from heavens high And showed itself to mortal eyes “A gift, I have,” it bellowed. “A gift I have for her.” With that it withered, but did not die.