The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||
[More dear than all my bosom knows, O thou]
“More dear than all my bosom knows, O thouWhose ‘lips are sealed’ and will not disavow!”
So sang the blithe reporter-man as grew
Beneath his hand the leg-long “interview.”
Barson Maith.
The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||