And let the spirit stir;
For after all, for better things
A man created is
Than lying with imprisoned wings
A half-dead chrysalis.
WHEN I SURVEY
’Tis midnight and I am in the country!
The world is still and all the lights are out
And let the spirit stir;
For after all, for better things
A man created is
Than lying with imprisoned wings
A half-dead chrysalis.
’Tis midnight and I am in the country!
The world is still and all the lights are out