Casting the body's vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide.


The Garden (1650-1652)


Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.