the taxidermist's daughter
“… when the midnight signal tolls,
Along the churchyard green,
A mournful train of sentenced souls
In winding-sheets are seen.”
-The Taxidermist’s Daughter
“… when the midnight signal tolls,
Along the churchyard green,
A mournful train of sentenced souls
In winding-sheets are seen.”
-The Taxidermist’s Daughter