 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Then, ín mine heart, I thought, might I live yet;
To once more, that glad gracious smile behold,
Of Suns uprising, all with roses crowned;
From Gardens of the East: when, unsealed springs,
Anew, Great Fountain of Earths slumbering Life.
To once more, that glad gracious smile behold,
Of Suns uprising, all with roses crowned;
From Gardens of the East: when, unsealed springs,
Anew, Great Fountain of Earths slumbering Life.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |