Even Angels Tire of Ecstasy
Music: The Marsh of Rhuddlan
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by Barry
Taylor
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Even angels tire of ecstasy. Very few can stare at God with pleasure Eons upon eons, as the sea Lies featureless across its teeming treasure. Yet we have grace to look and then recover. No joy but fades, to give way to another. |
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