 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
THE UNSPOTTED ONES
Think you, demoiselle demure,That to be cold is to be pure?
Pure is the snow—till mixed with mire!
Ah, but not half so pure as fire.
1908
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |
That to be cold is to be pure?
Pure is the snow—till mixed with mire!
Ah, but not half so pure as fire.