Alfred Tennyson

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair’d shadow roaming like a dream.

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair’d shadow roaming like a dream.

– Alfred Tennyson –

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