My praise is light and unweighted,
In loss along with wine did it submerge;
And so, when I come out of my grave,
To them in man, all this is bitter with the steels of itself,
but, at least, thine night,
'Tis day!
New dawn | Ecency
The Frog Princess [The beautiful Vassilissa] Summary and Analysis ESP/ENGmairene1 ·