I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.
I Know Not How, But As I Count
written byRobert Louis Stevenson
© Robert Louis Stevenson
I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.
© Robert Louis Stevenson