His voice decrepit was with Joy—
Emily Dickinson
1476 His voice decrepit was with Joy— Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with Glee— Is it Delight or Woe— Or Terror—that do decorate This livid interview—
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