The unpurged images of day recede The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong.
The unpurged images of day recede The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong.
I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman rightHe's had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youthOr an old man upon a winter's night.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet But I, being poor, have only my dreams I have s
The night can sweat with terror as before We pieced our thoughts into philosophy, And planned to bring the world under a rule, Who are but weasels fighting in a hole.
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.
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