timeless-capitals-empires-daily-whose-plinths-midnight-whose-streets-morn-tired

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

0/5 (0)

Rudyard Kipling's Popular Quotes

0 Comments

Login to join the discussion