Star-Gazing
That I am mortal I know and do confess
My span of day:
but when I gaze upon
The thousandfold circling gyre of the stars,
No longer do I walk on earth
but rise
The peer of God himself to take my fill
At the ambrosial banquet of the Undying.
My span of day:
but when I gaze upon
The thousandfold circling gyre of the stars,
No longer do I walk on earth
but rise
The peer of God himself to take my fill
At the ambrosial banquet of the Undying.
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