“ I hear men begging Heaven to let them die: And, drowning all, a wild-eyed woman’s cry. So Night takes toll of Wisdom as of Sin. The student’s and the drunkard’s cheek is thin: But flesh is not the prize we strive to win. ”
“ I hear men begging Heaven to let them die: And, drowning all, a wild-eyed woman’s cry. So Night takes toll of Wisdom as of Sin. The student’s and the drunkard’s cheek is thin: But flesh is not the prize we strive to win. ”
