He Is Half Of My Soul As The Poets Say - Web we had been silent. Web he is half my soul, as the poets say. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. It is his child his dearest self. Web he is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
Web he is half my soul, as the poets say. When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. Web we had been silent. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. Web he is half of my soul, as the poets say. It is his child his dearest self.