C S Lewis

Angel’s Song I know not, I, What the men together say, How lovers, lovers die And youth passes away. Cannot understand Love that mortal bears To native, native land, All lands are theirs; What at grave they grieve For one voice and face And not, and not receive Another in its place. I above the … Continue reading “C S Lewis”

Angel’s Song

I know not, I,
What the men together say,
How lovers, lovers die
And youth passes away.

Cannot understand
Love that mortal bears
To native, native land,
All lands are theirs;

What at grave they grieve
For one voice and face
And not, and not receive
Another in its place.

I above the cone
Of the circling night
Flying, never have known
Less or greater light.

Sorrow it is they call
This cup whence my lip
(Woe’s me!) never in all
My endless days can sip.

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