04 Mar The Messenger
Little gray messenger, Robed like painted Death, Your robe is dust. Whom do you seek Among lilies and closed buds At dusk? Among lilies and closed buds At dusk, Whom do you seek, Little gray messenger, Robed in the awful panoply Of painted Death? R.W. C. All-wise, Hast thou seen all there is to see with thy two eyes? Dost...