Gloria Mundi
Who needs words in autumn woods
When colour concludes decay?
There old stories are told in glories
For winds to scatter away.
Wisdom narrows where downland barrows
Image the world's endeavour.
There time's tales are as light that fails
On faces fading forever.
When colour concludes decay?
There old stories are told in glories
For winds to scatter away.
Wisdom narrows where downland barrows
Image the world's endeavour.
There time's tales are as light that fails
On faces fading forever.
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