mandag 7. mars 2016

Far other than to-night, far different my plight the time when with firm hand I ruled over a good land.



Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear;
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And the voice are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star...


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