She says, "But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires.


Sunday Morning, st. 5


She says, But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss. Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come...

She says, But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss. Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come...

She says, But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss. Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come...

She says, But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss. Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come...