[阅读: 295] 2006-08-09 08:16:03
held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm
Ah winds winds were prosy
I said I said “Twill Keep”
I woke-and-chid my fingers
The gem was gone in my hands
And now
An amesthsty rememberance is all I own
God from me
Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in the shadow
God from me