A FACE. If one could have that little head of hers M I know, Correggio loves to mass, in rifts But these are only massed there, I should think, Grow out, stand full, fade slow against the sky |
A FACE. If one could have that little head of hers M I know, Correggio loves to mass, in rifts But these are only massed there, I should think, Grow out, stand full, fade slow against the sky |