The Grave of Love(2 / 2)
Ahe roses fadg wreath
Around the sepulcher of love.
Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
Ere yet the eveng sun was set:
But years shall see the cypress spread,
Iutable as y regret.
Ahe roses fadg wreath
Around the sepulcher of love.
Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
Ere yet the eveng sun was set:
But years shall see the cypress spread,
Iutable as y regret.