Life is a wounded stag in whom the fast-stuck arrows function as wings.
Let me go warm and merry still;
And let the world laugh, an' it will.
Feathers are Love's most fitting battle-ground.
Life is a wounded stag in whom the fast-stuck arrows function as wings.
Let me go warm and merry still;
And let the world laugh, an' it will.
Feathers are Love's most fitting battle-ground.