TO SAPHO
Sapho, I will chuse to go
Where the winds do blow
Endless ice, and endless snow;
Rather than I once would see
But a winter's face in thee,--
To benumb my hopes and me.
Sapho, I will chuse to go
Where the winds do blow
Endless ice, and endless snow;
Rather than I once would see
But a winter's face in thee,--
To benumb my hopes and me.
Robert Herrick - Lyric Poems
