menu_book Chapter 20

from 'Twixt Earth and Stars by Radclyffe Hall — automated transcript, may contain recognition errors.

Ah! the kiss of the sweet night air, And the still deep eyes of the cloudy skies, Grow dim with peace, Peace, the angel of death that is everywhere! Ah! the bliss of the soul at rest, And of eyes that weep growing calm in sleep, Rushed by night, night, the shadow of death, That in blessing is blessed.