I speak not a word, my Lord,
Thou know it all;
Atop tide-worn cliff I stroll,
Over star-drenching fjord;
Engulf all,
Dawning of dominance over glimmers of yore,
I cry with my arms aloft:
Vex will I not more,
Umbra of solitude at nightfall,
Or Twilight of the Gods befall;
I speak many a trembling word, my Lord,
I bid me stop.
/ 这里是阳光王国的疆域。 /
O, Lord
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