 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
XXIII.
“My soul within itself must coil—Why speak its pangs to ye
Who wait to close its circling toil?—
Ye idle murmurs then—begone—
Or nestle here—with fiends alone
I may find sympathy!
| The bridal of Vaumond | |
Why speak its pangs to ye
Who wait to close its circling toil?—
Ye idle murmurs then—begone—
Or nestle here—with fiends alone
I may find sympathy!