The Sword Of Pain (George Essex Evans Poems)
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,Down the long aisle ...
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time's deep chalice poured Life's sacred wine,Flashed all the crystal ...
All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest, Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each-Dumb till the Master-Soul its ...
Sing not of RestFor heart, or brain, or the strong soul's emotion Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace! ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
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