 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Reached, stumbling, to cliff-brink:
Uneasy it seemed me, to climb thence. The Stars
Be fading in their courses. Hour is when
Night-Mother, in sécret Chamber of the East;
Travailleth and díeth, tó once more Day bring forth.
Uneasy it seemed me, to climb thence. The Stars
Be fading in their courses. Hour is when
Night-Mother, in sécret Chamber of the East;
Travailleth and díeth, tó once more Day bring forth.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |