And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), 50 55 60 And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to 65 |
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), 50 55 60 And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to 65 |