I have not walked on common ground, Nor drunk of earthly streams; A shining figure, mailed and crowned, oves softly through my dreams.
He makes the air so keen and strange, Thestars so fiercely bright; The rocks of time, the tides of change, Are nothing in his sight.
Death lays no shadow on his smile; Life is a race fore-run; Look in his face a little while, And life and death are one.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.