If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For... Blackwood's Magazine - Página 2611843Vista completa
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...heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or,...droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces! Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places! Turns...