I make a vow, but vows Are sparrows of the spoken word, Are branches broken by The little winds that follow March. Rich, richer than blue snap- Dragons, rich with yellow and red, I go mad with promise- Keeping, sad defiance of death.
I make a vow, but vows Are sparrows of the spoken word, Are branches broken by The little winds that follow March. Rich, richer than blue snap- Dragons, rich with yellow and red, I go mad with promise- Keeping, sad defiance of death.