LXXV
Tell me what this life means,
O my prince and lover,
With the autumn sunlight
On thy bronze-gold head?
With thy clear voice sounding 5
Through the silver twilight,—
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
Tell me what this life means,
O my prince and lover,
With the autumn sunlight
On thy bronze-gold head?
With thy clear voice sounding 5
Through the silver twilight,—
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?