Buku 51 - 60 tentang 104 di The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold ; But when the....
The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold ; But when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys. Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other Poems - Halaman 107 oleh William Blake - 1866 - 108 halaman Tampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini