no title..
Shut up, thy evil voice of time
give me the chance
to return a glance
at this outrageous speed of thine
thine games shall not betray me
I know now
before I bow
what Lord I have before me
this yearning shall never end
to God I pray
that he greatly may
think of the Angel he send
I obey all that thee command
but do thee know
before I go
that I too have the right to stand
give me the chance
to return a glance
at this outrageous speed of thine
thine games shall not betray me
I know now
before I bow
what Lord I have before me
this yearning shall never end
to God I pray
that he greatly may
think of the Angel he send
I obey all that thee command
but do thee know
before I go
that I too have the right to stand
Reacties op dit gedicht
| karin jansen: | Maandag, november 20, 2006 21:03 |
| .. wauw een geheel rijmend gedicht! Heel mooi in oud-engels! (BRAVO! :P sorry kon het nie laten ;)) greetings uit Delft Kay |
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