When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins,And brought me home, as all are brought, to lieIn that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes,I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,For beauty born...

When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins,And brought me home, as all are brought, to lieIn that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes,I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,For beauty born of beauty-- that remains.
Madison Cawein

When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins,And brought me home, as all are brought, to lieIn that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes,I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,For beauty born of beauty-- that remains. Madison Cawein

When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins,And brought me home, as all are brought, to lieIn that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes,I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,For beauty born of beauty-- that remains.
Madison Cawein