February 14, 2005
When the Skies Part
Let patience have a new mettle of love When the legions of unlivable hours marshal And the long-rumored war between good and evil Seems loosed—no, between time and evil. To look not too keenly, hear their battles not loudly. The war is an ancient one which hurls Time against time on to-morrow’s fields— Which consumes expectation, leaves to-day waiting. READ MORE >>
