 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Seemed from that point,
Our footsteps to wax lighter, every moment.
Neath gross compácture of thís corrúptible flesh.
Seemed, I might run in air of Upper Earth;
Hills overleap, speed on a waters' face.
Leagues'-way seemed lift me each alternate tread.
Nor more my footfall echoing rumour made.
Great Herthas Voice it is, upholds our steps,
In Underworld, and guides our forward course.
Our footsteps to wax lighter, every moment.
Neath gross compácture of thís corrúptible flesh.
Seemed, I might run in air of Upper Earth;
Hills overleap, speed on a waters' face.
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Nor more my footfall echoing rumour made.
Great Herthas Voice it is, upholds our steps,
In Underworld, and guides our forward course.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |