Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...

Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

Not Like The Brazen Giant Of Greek Fame, With Conquering Limbs Astride From Land To Land; Here At Our Sea-washed, Sunset Gates Shall Stand A Mighty Woman With A Torch, Whose Flame Is The Imprisoned Lightning, And Her Name Mother Of Exiles.

When Angels Visit Earth, The Messengers Of God's Decree, They Come As Lightning, Wind: Before The Throne, They All Are Living Fire.