 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
As I rose up:
Glad Venerable Cædmon to have seen;
Song-smith, as in old lífe-days of his flesh:
I saw no man. My steps amidst my dream,
Translated were to wide West-Saxon march.
Glad Venerable Cædmon to have seen;
Song-smith, as in old lífe-days of his flesh:
I saw no man. My steps amidst my dream,
Translated were to wide West-Saxon march.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |