Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground But holds some joy of silence or of sound, Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: There’s not a leaf that
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem: There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground But holds some joy of silence or of sound, Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.
