Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn of Fate, To let in Life, and to… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Nothing is right and nothing is just; We sow in ashes and reap in dust. — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
In green old gardens, hidden away From sight of revel and sound of strife, Here I have leisure to breathe and move, And to… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Nothing is right and nothing is just; We sow in ashes and reap in dust. — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Let me arise and open the gate, / to breathe the wild warm air of the heath... — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain, - Hidden… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
