Poems by Thomas Bateson
Phyllis, Farewell
... Yet if I die, fair Phyllis, I forgive ...
Sister, Awake! Close Not Your Eyes
... See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, ...
Love is The Fire
... Whose light should still relieve me ...
... Yet if I die, fair Phyllis, I forgive ...
... See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, ...
... Whose light should still relieve me ...