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
