Report, if you have a problem with this page“ To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind. ”
John Keats
From : The Complete Poems
Report, if you have a problem with this page“ To SorrowI bade good morrow,And thought to leave her far away behind;But cheerly, cheerly,She loves me dearly;She is so constant to me, and so kind. ”
John Keats
From : The Complete Poems