Love Poem: Camomile Tea Outside the sky is light with stars; How little I thought, a year ago, Light as feathers the witches fly, We might be fifty, we might be five, Our shutters are shut, the fire is low, |
Love Poem: Camomile Tea Outside the sky is light with stars; How little I thought, a year ago, Light as feathers the witches fly, We might be fifty, we might be five, Our shutters are shut, the fire is low, |