Impossible
If I could lay my head upon your knee
And let the world go by! Love, could it be?—
Could we shut out the poor world's muffled tread,
The cry at birth, the wailing for the dead,
All things that tell us of mortality
And love's short life?—Nay, love, how could it be?
And let the world go by! Love, could it be?—
Could we shut out the poor world's muffled tread,
The cry at birth, the wailing for the dead,
All things that tell us of mortality
And love's short life?—Nay, love, how could it be?
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