Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.


The Last Fruit Off an Old Tree (ed. 1853)

Walter Savage Landor Quotes

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.