papers (n.)
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!
Careful Words
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!