Immortality My window is the open sky, The flower in farthest wood is mine; I am the heir to all gone by, The eldest son of all the line. And when the robbers Time and Death Athwart my path conspiring stand, I cheat them with a clod, a breath, And pass the sword from hand to hand! |
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