This Merit hath the worst Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 979 This Merit hath the worst- It cannot be again- When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone- The Maimed may pause, and breathe, And glance securely round- The Deer attracts no further Than it resists-the Hound- Related posts: It sifts from Leaden Sieves All these my banners be I’ll clutch-and clutch But little Carmine hath her face suprusr Published in Poems
