I "... on the lonely height where all are in God's eyeThere cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry." —Yeats Count the clock-face eyes of children housedIn dark, perdurable hos [...]
I "... on the lonely height where all are in God's eyeThere cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry." —Yeats Count the clock-face eyes of children housedIn dark, perdurable hos [...]