Frances Anne Kemble - Impromptu (I)

Frances Anne Kemble - Impromptu (I)

You say you're glad I write—oh, say not so! br My fount of song, dear friend, 's a bitter well; br And when the numbers freely from it flow, br 'Tis that my heart and eyes o'erflow as well. br Castalia, famed of yore,—the spring divine, br Apollo's smile upon its current wears: br Moore and Anacreon found its waves were wine, br To me it flows a sullen stream of tears.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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