Genre Ranking
Get the APP HOT
The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
img img The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning img Chapter 448 No.448
448 Chapters
img
  /  6
img

Chapter 448 No.448

We were black, we were black,

We had no claim to love and bliss,

What marvel if each went to wrack?

They wrung my cold hands out of his,

They dragged him-where? I crawled to touch

His blood's mark in the dust ... not much,

Ye pilgrim-souls, though plain as this!

Previous
            
Next
            
Download Book

COPYRIGHT(©) 2022