In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
Because today I don’t feel too brisk, I thought I should remember a part of the memorable parts of my life so far. Today I decided to write about some of the less flattering stances in which I have been, not the other, but if no one likes to describe themselves in embarrassing situations, Fiat Lux!,… [...]