 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
XVIII. Life a Glass Window.
Let him leanAgainst his life, that glassy interval
'Twixt us and nothing; and, upon the ground
Of his own slippery breath, draw hueless dreams,
And gaze on frost-work hopes. Uncourteous Death
Knuckles the pane, and [OMITTED]
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |