Talk amongst yourselves. The poem. Discuss…
Talk amongst yourselves. The poem. Discuss…
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.