The stars are blotted out, Clouds are covering clouds, It is darkness, vibrant, sonant.In the roaring whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics, –But loosed from the prison house, –Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path.The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky.Scattering plagues and sorrows, Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, Come!For Terror is thy name, Death is in Thy breath.And every shaking step Destroys a world for e’er.Thou ‘Time’ the All-Destroyer Then come, O Mother, Come!Who can misery love, Dance in destruction’s dance, And hug the form of Death, To him the Mother comes.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788892554306 ● Mărime fișier 1.6 MB ● Editura Sister Nivedita ● Publicat 2016 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5175807 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social