XXXII: Our Daily Bread
We need no barbarous words nor solemn spellTo raise the unknown. It lies before our feet;There have been men who sank down into HellIn some suburban street. And some there are that in their daily walksHave met archangels fresh from the sight of God,Or watched how in their beans and cabbage-stalksLong files of faerie trod. Often me too the Living Read More ›