“ No nestling place is left in bluebell bloom, And the wide arms of trees have lost their scope. The former happiness is unreturning: Boys' griefs are not so grievous as our yearning, Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope. ”
“ No nestling place is left in bluebell bloom, And the wide arms of trees have lost their scope. The former happiness is unreturning: Boys' griefs are not so grievous as our yearning, Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope. ”
