Will it be thus when the strange sleep of death
Will it be thus when the strange sleep of death
Lifts from the brow, and lost eyes live again?
Will Morning dawn on the bewildered brain
To cool and heal? And shall I feel the breath
Of freshening winds that travel from the sea,
And meet thy loving laughing eyes, Earine?
Lifts from the brow, and lost eyes live again?
Will Morning dawn on the bewildered brain
To cool and heal? And shall I feel the breath
Of freshening winds that travel from the sea,
And meet thy loving laughing eyes, Earine?
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