Yes, drifting, drifting; and I thought that life, When nearing death is like the sunset sky And death is but the slow, sure drifting in, To rest far more securely, by and by.
Driftwood [1914]
Yes, drifting, drifting; and I thought that life, When nearing death is like the sunset sky And death is but the slow, sure drifting in, To rest far more securely, by and by.
Driftwood [1914]