'Dust and ashes!' So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what's become of all the gold
Used to hand and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
-Robert Browning, from A Toccata of Galuppi's
'Dust and ashes!' So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what's become of all the gold
Used to hand and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
-Robert Browning, from A Toccata of Galuppi's