And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Of things lost in water

Of things lost in water

That mumble before long answers God doth not require

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Full of calamities pollutions spread bitter musty smell

She will tell me the reasons of so long gap

I rise

and pray do not flee so soon

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee

Broken once

Impressions at the sands of time

Impressions at the sands of time

What frantic interest What battle to get away

What immortal hand or eye

For those whom thou think'st thou dost topple

Dreams

What leaffring'd legend frequents approximately thy shape

Thou fosterchild of quiet and slight time

History is continuity