L. J. LUDOVICI


THE THREE OF US

 

 

 


Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's datelessnight
And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish's sight.


                                                                                              Shakespeare, Sonnet XXX


 

 

 

 

 

MARJAY BOOKS

London 1993

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