Which witches have rent—
I fly on the wing
Which the eagle hath bent.
VI.
I come and I go—
Oft unseen and unsought;
I live but in words—
I perish in thought.
So to all and to each,
I bid you adieu;
Which witches have rent—
I fly on the wing
Which the eagle hath bent.
I come and I go—
Oft unseen and unsought;
I live but in words—
I perish in thought.
So to all and to each,
I bid you adieu;