“ In languour under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown. My lips, parting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats be all my hunger; my renown Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style. ”
“ In languour under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown. My lips, parting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats be all my hunger; my renown Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style. ”
