In My Craft Or Sullen Art Poem. I labour by singing light. With all their griefs in their arms, i labour by singing light. With all their griefs in their arms, i labour by singing light. With all their griefs in their arms. Exercised in the still night.
With all their griefs in their arms. In my craft or sullen art. When only the moon rages. In my craft or sullen art. And the lovers lie abed.
I labour by singing light. In my craft or sullen art. With all their griefs in their arms, i. Web in my craft or sullen art. Exercised in the still night.
