Quote #2
Less than the weed that grows beside thy door
More from Laurence Hope
- Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, Less than the rust that never stained thy sword,
- Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar. Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before …
- I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!