A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. Among the Welsh Hills - Seite 133von M. C. Halifax - 1883 - 297 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...kisses sweeter sweeter Than anything on earth. A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour...that they might tell us What and where they be... But she tarries in her place And I paint the beauteous face Of the maiden, that I lost, In my inner eyes... | |
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