Once,
Bed-ridden in a fiery land
I dreamt a sacred nightmare,
And learnt of a terrible paradox:
'That which we trust to be most real
Is but a faint and momentary echo
of a mystery too deep to see.'
Once,
Bed-ridden in a fiery land
I dreamt a sacred nightmare,
And learnt of a terrible paradox:
'That which we trust to be most real
Is but a faint and momentary echo
of a mystery too deep to see.'