From The Book Of Monastic Life #1
I'm living now just where the century ends
One feels the wind from some great leaf blows
Down, which god and you and I have written on
And now high up is turned in alien hands
One feels the brightness gleam from a new page
On which all yet may come to be
Their calibre the silent forces cause
And eye each other darksomely
One feels the wind from some great leaf blows
Down, which god and you and I have written on
And now high up is turned in alien hands
One feels the brightness gleam from a new page
On which all yet may come to be
Their calibre the silent forces cause
And eye each other darksomely