A miserable and wrecked sibling

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

And having perhaps the better claim

And having perhaps the better claim

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

When I consider how my light is spent

Hurling their heads in buoyant flow

Leadst thou that heifer lowing at the skies

Know them too the people of the world

Memorial service walks to the grave

Not to the sensual ear but more endeard

Not to the sensual ear but more endeard

Also, twinkle on the smooth way

O Attic shape Fair attitude with brede

desires

accept as true with no future howe'er top notch

Since we had met first near the green locality gaily

Without conquering

For the spirit is dead that sleeps