xxviii - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Reign in my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice:
Possess me whole, my heart's triumvirate;
Yet heavy heart to make so hard a choice,
Of such as spoil thy poor afflicted stated

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair withher fingers, playing the melody of her touch
I looked at her faceand struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burstmy sleep like a bubble
I sat up and saw t...