Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A...
The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols - Sida 167
efter George Wither - 1622
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