I see with every man a thing
No man on earth hath ever seen;
Yet calm reflection still would bring
It face to face with him, I ween;
’Twould be before him plain as day,
Yet not be what he saw, I say.
I see with every man a thing
No man on earth hath ever seen;
Yet calm reflection still would bring
It face to face with him, I ween;
’Twould be before him plain as day,
Yet not be what he saw, I say.