XXIII.
They have lifted him up, but his head sinks away, And his face showeth bleak in the sunshine and grey. Leave him now where he lieth--for oh, never more Will he kneel at an altar or stand on a floor! Let his bride gaze upon him.
They have lifted him up, but his head sinks away, And his face showeth bleak in the sunshine and grey. Leave him now where he lieth--for oh, never more Will he kneel at an altar or stand on a floor! Let his bride gaze upon him.