DEATH THE REVEALER
DEATH THE REVEALER
Within this dim five-windowed house of senseI watch through coloured glassThe shapes that pass.Soon must I journey henceTo meet the great winds of the outer world,And see(When God has turned the key)The true and terrible colours of His schemeWhich now I dream.
Within this dim five-windowed house of senseI watch through coloured glassThe shapes that pass.Soon must I journey henceTo meet the great winds of the outer world,And see(When God has turned the key)The true and terrible colours of His schemeWhich now I dream.
Within this dim five-windowed house of sense
I watch through coloured glass
The shapes that pass.
Soon must I journey hence
To meet the great winds of the outer world,
And see
(When God has turned the key)
The true and terrible colours of His scheme
Which now I dream.