LOVE IS NOT YOURS, LOVE IS NOT MINE
Love is not yours, love is not mine:
It is the tranquil twilight heaven
Through which our pauseless feet are driven
Into the vast and desert noon.
It is the tranquil twilight heaven
Through which our pauseless feet are driven
Into the vast and desert noon.
Love is not mine, love is not yours:
It is a flying fire that passes,
Perishing on the blind morasses,
After the frail and perished moon.
It is a flying fire that passes,
Perishing on the blind morasses,
After the frail and perished moon.