Jack London. Martin Eden (№ 332546)

Lira, away!
I sang a song!
Quiet songs sounded.
Like ghosts sorrow,
Drowned in the light given!
Lira, away!
I sang a song!
I once sang under the maple,
Sang in the woods dark green,
I was happy, young and bold.
And now I sing powerless
Tears throat I choked,
Silently I wander to the grave!
Lira, away!
I sang the song...