I wonder if this is what comes,
When the dreams die,
And the Godhead passes,
Into the strange thoughts,
Of idiot children,
Sweet oblivion,
Idle longing,
A kiss,
Gone.
I wonder if this is what comes,
When the dreams die,
And the Godhead passes,
Into the strange thoughts,
Of idiot children,
Sweet oblivion,
Idle longing,
A kiss,
Gone.