Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.


Poem Heraclitus


Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.