For Lord I was free of all Thy flowers, but I
chose the world's sad roses,
And that is why my feet are torn and mine eyes
are blind with sweat.
Impenitentia Ultima (1896)
For Lord I was free of all Thy flowers, but I
chose the world's sad roses,
And that is why my feet are torn and mine eyes
are blind with sweat.
Impenitentia Ultima (1896)