“The Raving,” by Mary Cresswell
Apr 20th, 2020 | By Defenestration
I let my midnight dreams explore
what I had never dared before–
some fowl what I did see before
reclining quaint as once of yore.
I let my midnight dreams explore
what I had never dared before–
some fowl what I did see before
reclining quaint as once of yore.
hail, fellow well met, 1
handful, protagonist seen as quite a, 2
happiness as goal, 46
hazards, 56, 75, 113
headstrong, 2
heart: broken, 56; in mouth, 24–28; murmur, 123; of darkness, 307. See also lungs, liver, lights