With sweet May dews my... «Blake's Selected Poems»
Gunslinger1911 мая 2012With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir`d my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.
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With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir`d my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.