I think our lives are surely but the dreams
Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,
Who as we die, do one by one awake.


Love and Lore (ed. 1890)


I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake.

I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake.

I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake.

I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake.