How Time doth lash us with sharp pains, Set loose our teeth, snatch wisps of hair, dim eyes — And finally bend our backs toward earth To find the fittest place for burial.
How Time doth lash us with sharp pains, Set loose our teeth,
How Time doth lash us with sharp pains, Set loose our teeth, snatch wisps of hair, dim eyes — And finally bend our backs toward earth To find the fittest place for burial.
