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Aangepast door collector 1; 24 december 2018, 16:07.Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.Reageer -
Chorus Hymenaeal or Triumphal Chaunt
Matched with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt,
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want..
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields or waves of mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world would listen then- as i am listening now..
To a Skylark.Reageer -
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Aangepast door Walram 3; 27 februari 2018, 13:02.Reageer -
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