Джонатан Адамс - Imitation - ноты, текст песни (слова)

A dark unfathomed tide 
 Of interminable pride, 
 A mystery and a dream, 
 Should my early life seem; 
 I say that dream was fraught 
 With a wild and waking thought 
 Of beings that have been, 
 Which my spirit hath not seen. 
 Had I let them pass me by, 
 With a dreaming eye! 
 Let none of earth inherit 
 That vision of my spirit; 
 Those thoughts I would control, 
 As a spell upon his soul: 
 For that bright hope at last 
 And that light time have past, 
 And my worldly rest hath gone 
 With a sigh as it passed on.