now you might be as far as the moon!
yet all this i have no right to keep
for myself in the vast world and wide:
poet, thou’rt flown, and the stuff of thy
poems with thee. and so no golden
words of mine shall ever find your ears.

now you might be as far as the moon!
yet all this i have no right to keep
for myself in the vast world and wide:
poet, thou’rt flown, and the stuff of thy
poems with thee. and so no golden
words of mine shall ever find your ears.