Well, my kind, in silence sad trip we after what we read We the globe can compass soon swifter than the wandering moon
I look to like if looking liking prays I gather thorns seek night to happy days
On life's vast ocean do we sail I pity myself, cause passion is the gale
Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew I know my grievance or be much denied Mistempered sorrow, fear me not! You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I
And since you wove dreams of joy and fear which made me terrible and dear But I arose and saw the dawn when light rode hight and was goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.