“Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.”
“We shift and bedeck and bedrape us, thou art noble and nude and antique.”
“Time turns the old days to derision, our loves into corpses or wives; and marriage and death and division make barren our lives.”
“Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.”
“We shift and bedeck and bedrape us, thou art noble and nude and antique.”
“Time turns the old days to derision, our loves into corpses or wives; and marriage and death and division make barren our lives.”