Alfred Noyes ( 3 of 3 )
This is the song of the wind as it came,
Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame.
This is the song of the wind as it came,
Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame.
This outer world is but the pictured scroll Of worlds within the soul; A colored chart, a blazoned missal-book read more
This outer world is but the pictured scroll Of worlds within the soul; A colored chart, a blazoned missal-book Wherein who rightly look May spell the splendors with their mortal eyes, And steer to Paradise.
Our lady of the twilight
She hath such gentle hands,
So lovely are the gifts she brings
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Our lady of the twilight
She hath such gentle hands,
So lovely are the gifts she brings
From out of the sunset-lands,
So bountiful, so merciful,
So sweet of soul is she;
And over all the world she draws
Her cloak of charity.
