I'll seek my own meekness.
What grace I have is enough.
The lost have their own pace.
The stalks ask something else.
What the grave says,
The nest denies.
"Unfold! Unfold!," ll. 59-64 - Praise to the End! (1951)
I'll seek my own meekness.
What grace I have is enough.
The lost have their own pace.
The stalks ask something else.
What the grave says,
The nest denies.
"Unfold! Unfold!," ll. 59-64 - Praise to the End! (1951)