قصيدة A Jet Ring Sent
,Thou art not so black as my heart ;Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ,What would’st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke ?Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke—
,Thou art not so black as my heart ;Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ,What would’st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke ?Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke—