When I recall that at the fourth hour
of the night, watched by shining stars,
LOVE at last became incarnate,
the memory is horror.


Love Incarnate (Poem)


When I recall that at the fourth hour of the night, watched by shining stars, LOVE at last became incarnate, the memory is horror.

When I recall that at the fourth hour of the night, watched by shining stars, LOVE at last became incarnate, the memory is horror.

When I recall that at the fourth hour of the night, watched by shining stars, LOVE at last became incarnate, the memory is horror.

When I recall that at the fourth hour of the night, watched by shining stars, LOVE at last became incarnate, the memory is horror.