Edgar Allan Poe - Impromptu - To Kate Carol lyrics
When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.