The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling. — Alfred Bunn Heart Copy Share Image
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those… — Alfred Bunn Dreams Copy Share Image
The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can… — Alfred Bunn Copy Share Image
