Of dead farewells; and one face
Fading into grey....
A silver web has the moon spun,
A silver web over all the sky.
In her flooding glory, one by one,
Like gnats in a web the stars die.
Of dead farewells; and one face
Fading into grey....
A silver web has the moon spun,
A silver web over all the sky.
In her flooding glory, one by one,
Like gnats in a web the stars die.