To bury the dead;
Brittle bones and dusty breath
To death must yield—
Fly, fly, from the old city
Into the field!
Ruth Manning-Sanders
THE TWO SPIRITS
First Spirit.O Thou, who plumed with strong desire
Wouldst float above the earth, beware!
To bury the dead;
Brittle bones and dusty breath
To death must yield—
Fly, fly, from the old city
Into the field!
Ruth Manning-Sanders
First Spirit.O Thou, who plumed with strong desire
Wouldst float above the earth, beware!