FLASHES OF MADNESS — V
V.
My child, I see thine eyes upon
A shadow, as cast by the wings
When a swift bird passes close by
The castle-window before the sun:
So through thy glance the shadows fly...
The souls of things dead and bygone
Haunt the appearances of living things
My child, I see thine eyes upon
A shadow, as cast by the wings
When a swift bird passes close by
The castle-window before the sun:
So through thy glance the shadows fly...
The souls of things dead and bygone
Haunt the appearances of living things
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