Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or longBut at my back in a cold blast I hearThe rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear
T.S. Eliot
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or longBut at my back in a cold blast I hearThe rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear