Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars; Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven.
Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars; Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories