May 2014
What pale glory dwells in
the clouds, in the sky?
A thousand angels,
a thousand gleaming
trumpets!
The golden notes assail me
and fill my head with
Heaven's glee until
it is heavy and droops.
the clouds, in the sky?
A thousand angels,
a thousand gleaming
trumpets!
The golden notes assail me
and fill my head with
Heaven's glee until
it is heavy and droops.
