Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Darkling I listen; and for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die
To cease upon the midnight with no pain
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -
To thy high requiem become a sod
Darkling I Listen was written by Ben Moore & John Keats.