we parted; but your portrait
I keep on my chest:
Like a pale ghost of the best years,
He pleases my soul.
And a new devotee passions,
I stop loving it could not:
So the temple left - all the temple,
Idol prostrate - all god!
we parted; but your portrait
I keep on my chest:
Like a pale ghost of the best years,
He pleases my soul.
And a new devotee passions,
I stop loving it could not:
So the temple left - all the temple,
Idol prostrate - all god!
