25 de agosto de 2013

From Hell to London

When the knell rung for the dying
Soundeth for me
And my corse coldly is lying
Neath the green tree

When the turf strangers are heaping
Covers my breast
Come not to gaze on me weeping
I am at rest

All my life coldly and sadly
The days have gone by
I who dreamed wildly and madly
Am happy to die

Long since my heart has been breaking
Its pain is past
A time has been set to its aching
Peace come at last.

                                      E.G.W. & N.


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