The bleak wind of March
Made her tremble and shiver;
But not the dark arch,
Or the black flowing river:
Mad from life's history,
Glad to death's mystery,
Swift to be hurl'd --
Anywhere, anywhere
Out of the world!"The Bridge of Sighs" by Thomas Hood
Made her tremble and shiver;
But not the dark arch,
Or the black flowing river:
Mad from life's history,
Glad to death's mystery,
Swift to be hurl'd --
Anywhere, anywhere
Out of the world!"The Bridge of Sighs" by Thomas Hood
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