I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.


Works of fancy and imagination (ed. 1871)


I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.