How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in —
// Page info
This page is the archive page for the "The Garden of Proserpine (A. C. Swinburne)" entry. Guild go boom is the previous entry. Flour + water = disaster is the next entry. More archives can be found further down this sidebar.