Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
"Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse" (1855), st. 15
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
"Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse" (1855), st. 15