I often wondered when I cursed, Often feared where I would be – Wondered where she’d yield her love When I yield, so will she. I would her will be pitied! Cursed be love! She pitied me…
Attributed to Lewis Carrol
I often wondered when I cursed, Often feared where I would be – Wondered where she’d yield her love When I yield, so will she. I would her will be pitied! Cursed be love! She pitied me…
This is a “square poem”: it can be read vertically (first word of each line, second word of each line, and so on) as well as horizontally.