graves - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

WE bore them their own wild
And ash-boughs jeweled red,
There where they sleep together,
Greatest of Norway's dead

Visiting the graves,the old dogleads the way

There are places where the eye can starve,
But not here
Here, for example,
The Piazza Navona, & here is his narrow