‘Tis given us to roam the earth <br />As broken-hearted ghosts <br />The sun-rays will too strong be for our eyes <br />And in the pale moon-light <br />The lakes will on their bosoms want <br />Our feet to glide and skim the waters wild. <br /> <br /> <br />The flame, the flame of life still burns <br />I wonder how: so many sufferings <br />Have assailed it: I know not how <br />The flame of life still burns: <br /> <br />And we still roam the earth <br />As broken-hearted ghosts <br />The winter frost doth pity take on us <br />The summer heat suspends <br />Where it sees us: and the green Spring <br />Brings birds and lays to us: <br /> <br />Still our ear hears, still the note <br />Of the dark nightingale in the lost wood <br />Strikes our heart and thrills our marrow cold <br />With a sweet thrill we felt full years ago <br /> <br />The flame of life still burns <br />The flame of life still burns.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-given-us-to-roam-the-earth/
