Eve  27235

  • Poem
  • by
  • first line (public domain):
    'While I sit at the door,
    Sick to gaze within,
    Mine eye weepeth sore
    For sorrow and sin:
    As a tree my sin stands
    To darken all lands;
    Death is the fruit it bore.
  • Language:

Locations in Harold's Library

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