The one desire I feel my heart enter Can’t be marred by scratch of beak, or nail Of the lout who curses, showing his true soul. And since I daren’t beat them with branch, or cane All I have is solace: no auntie, uncle: I rejoice, out in the garden or inside my room. When I think to myself of that room, Where, to my chagrin, I know will no-one...Learn More