I See Them Walking In An Air Of Glory
Whose Light Doth Trample On My Days,--
My Days, Which Are At Best But Dull And Hoary,
Mere Glimmering And Decays.
I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days,--
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.
-- Henry Vaughan (1621-1695)
-- They are all gone