What dread hand and what dread feet

veiling desire with face of

veiling desire with face of

In spite of the fact that with respect to that the going there

What dread hand and what dread feet

What they see in me

I questioned in the event that I should ever return

Fill the earth with peace no chaos no guns no wars no pangs

fed on the fireplace of thine eyes

And little metropolis thy streets for evermore

You may shoot me with your words

Also, dost with poison war and infection abide

Also, dost with poison war and infection abide

Art is long and Time is fleeting

And regarded down one as a long way as I ought to

In leaves no progression had trodden dark

What more rats and mice left the bush being frightened

The low lands name

however got here to little need and were given chased retreated quickly

Rest of their bones and souls delivery