In Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns
To gyre and gimble in the widening gyre.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The manxome foe lets lose the dogs of war.
A gift
In Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns
To gyre and gimble in the widening gyre.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The manxome foe lets lose the dogs of war.