It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs (45)
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
What does the writer mean by this?
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs (45)
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
What does the writer mean by this?