Laura most like a leaping flame.
Pluck them and suck them,
Fell sick and died
And, when its notes awake again,
(Men sell not such in any town:)
Like two wands of ivory
What I was walling in or walling out,
Laura, make much of me:
Like a lightning-stricken mast,
And knew not was it night or day
Laura most like a leaping flame.
Pluck them and suck them,
Fell sick and died
And, when its notes awake again,
(Men sell not such in any town:)
Like two wands of ivory
What I was walling in or walling out,
Laura, make much of me:
Like a lightning-stricken mast,
And knew not was it night or day