There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing, No end to the withering of withered flowers.


Four Quartets. The Dry Salvages, II

T. S. Eliot Quotes

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing, No end to the withering of withered flowers.

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing, No end to the withering of withered flowers.

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing, No end to the withering of withered flowers.

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing, No end to the withering of withered flowers.