Alfred Castner King (Альфред Кастнер Кинг)

Life's Mystery

I live, I move, I know not how, nor why,
  Float as a transient bubble on the air,
As fades the eventide I, too, must die;
  I came, I know not whence; I journey, where?

1. The Fallen Tree
2. Nature's Child
3. To the Pines
4. Reflections
5. Grandeur

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