 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
By that same doorway, passed few sighing spirits
Whose hope had died, in Wínter of their hearts.
I heard some of the harms, which they professed.
Whose hope had died, in Wínter of their hearts.
I heard some of the harms, which they professed.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |