And his utter radiance without guile,
Merry ignorance where I am—wise?
Where they lurk and snarl and close with me,
All unscathed of foemen passeth he,
Seeing no strife, unarmed eternally,
And e’en the Terrors turn away their eyes!
And his utter radiance without guile,
Merry ignorance where I am—wise?
Where they lurk and snarl and close with me,
All unscathed of foemen passeth he,
Seeing no strife, unarmed eternally,
And e’en the Terrors turn away their eyes!