Quote#Death
Yea, howso we dream
Quote byRichard Le Gallienne · 1866–1947
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: An old Man’s Song..
English (original)
Yea, howso we dream, Or how bravely we do; The end is the same, Be we traitor or true: And after the bloom And the passion is past Death comes at last.
— Richard Le Gallienne
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