Well, They Are Gone, and Here Must I Remain

Glava 62 od 109

On Donne's Poetry

29 riječi · ~1 minut

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots; Rhyme’s sturdy cripple, fancy’s maze and clue, Wit’s forge and fire-blast, meaning’s press and screw.

?1818.