They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days...
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Dylan ThomasMots clés fern-hill
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