The Dead Man Walking

Lyrics
They hail me as one living But don't they know That I have died of late years Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here A pulseless mould A pale past picture, screening Ashes gone cold Not at a minute's warning Not in a loud hour For me ceased Time's enchantments In hall and bower There was no tragic transit No catch of breath When silent seasons inched me On to this death .... — A Troubadour-youth I rambled With Life for lyre The beats of being raging In me likе fire But when I practised еyeing The goal of men It iced me, and I perished A little then When passed my friend, my kinsfolk Through the Last Door And left me standing bleakly I died yet more; And when my Love's heart kindled In hate of me Wherefore I knew not, died I One more degree And if when I died fully I cannot say And changed into the corpse-thing I am to-day Yet is it that, though whiling The time somehow In walking, talking, smiling I live not now
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Credits
- Writers
- Thomas Hardy