Thou art my love,
And thou art a strorm
That breaks black in the sky,
And, sweeping headlong,
and cowers each tree,
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl--
Woe is me!
And thou art a strorm
That breaks black in the sky,
And, sweeping headlong,
and cowers each tree,
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl--
Woe is me!
Stephen Crane
