I would distil a cup Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 16 I would distill a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor! Related posts: It sifts from Leaden Sieves My nosegays are for captives; I read my sentence-steadily If I should die suprusr Published in Poems
