Elegy
Stars that fall through crystal skies,
Winds that sink in songless death,
Are the light within man's eyes
And his body's breath.
For a little while he burns
Fitfully, a windy spark,
Ere his shrivelled soul returns
To the outer dark.
Winds that sink in songless death,
Are the light within man's eyes
And his body's breath.
For a little while he burns
Fitfully, a windy spark,
Ere his shrivelled soul returns
To the outer dark.
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