Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. Mackay - Strana 434
úprava: - 1897
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