She gorged on bitterness without a name:
Hugged her and kissed her,
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
And miles to go before I sleep.
Yet if hope has flown away
Topped with gilded dome and spire
His house is in the village, though;
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
vereece
She gorged on bitterness without a name:
Hugged her and kissed her,
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
And miles to go before I sleep.
Yet if hope has flown away
Topped with gilded dome and spire
His house is in the village, though;
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
vereece