But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, – though we sigh, “Poor Iccarus!”
But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly
But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, – though we sigh, “Poor Iccarus!”
