Of leaden desolation that makes mad.
Who has no ease but cave or shading rock,
Or the still moon, or stars that glide the night.
One over whom——
MICHAL
Yet, pity!
DAVID
The pale hours
Flow dead into eternity.
MICHAL
Of leaden desolation that makes mad.
Who has no ease but cave or shading rock,
Or the still moon, or stars that glide the night.
One over whom——
MICHAL
Yet, pity!
DAVID
The pale hours
Flow dead into eternity.
MICHAL