Maxioms by George William Russell ("a.e")
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
