A Black day
The bell tolls for today the gallows are in use,
bow thy heads in shame of the hung,
feel no grief for it is there own fault that they shalt be hung
on this day the day the bells shall toll.
A Black day
The bell tolls for today the gallows are in use,
bow thy heads in shame of the hung,
feel no grief for it is there own fault that they shalt be hung
on this day the day the bells shall toll.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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