When you are very old, and sit in the candle – light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, ‘Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.
When you are very old, and sit in the candle – light
When you are very old, and sit in the candle – light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, ‘Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.
