Even Angels Tire of Ecstasy
|Music: The Marsh of Rhuddlan
Sequenced by Barry Taylor.
|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.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon