Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears! First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie - Page 91 publié par - 1878 Affichage du livre entier -
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