“If thou wilt ease thine heart Of love and all its smart, Then sleep, dear, sleep;
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eyelashes;
Lie still and deep,
Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes The rim of the sun to-morrow, In eastern sky.”-Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Wolfram’s Dirge
add a skeleton here at some point
12 days ago