Hundred Waters
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
- Album:
- The Moon Rang Like a Bell
- Hundred Waters
- Echoes Live 21
- Boreal Remix EP
- Forgive Me For Giving Up
- The Moon Rang Like a Bell (Remixed)
- Thistle
- Thistle (Remixes)
- Boreal (Remixes)
- Boreal
- Thistle EP
- Hundred Waters LP
- BIRP! March 2012
- Cavity
- The Moon Rang Like a Bell (Deluxe Edition)
- Down From the Rafters
- Down From the Rafters Remixes
- OWSLA Presents Eggnogg, Vol. 1
- OWSLA Presents EGGNOG
- Xtalk