قصيدة The Poet’s Testament
,I give back to the earth what the earth gave ,All to the furrow, none to the grave ;The candle’s out, the spirit’s vigil spent .Sight may not follow where the vision went
,I give back to the earth what the earth gave ,All to the furrow, none to the grave ;The candle’s out, the spirit’s vigil spent .Sight may not follow where the vision went
,There may be chaos still around the world ;This little world that in my thinking lies For mine own bosom is the paradise .Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled