From that fair face of Lies
Whose heav’nly features glow
Like Truth’s, save in the eyes;
Till, after all these years,
The wisdom come unsought
To see the stars as spheres
And sound the bounds of thought.’
Desert-Thoughts
Desert-Thoughts
From that fair face of Lies
Whose heav’nly features glow
Like Truth’s, save in the eyes;
Till, after all these years,
The wisdom come unsought
To see the stars as spheres
And sound the bounds of thought.’
Desert-Thoughts