Parading

And though my soul, being tired of its pain,

Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay

Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;— —Christina Rossetti — Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;—
—Christina Rossetti

August 6, 2017

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2 responses to “And though my soul, being tired of its pain,”

Leesa Zeiler says:

August 7, 2017 at 1:48 am

Beautiful and, speaking to me!

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Ellie B. says:

August 7, 2017 at 9:04 am

Gorgeous colors. The clouds and the sky fascinate me! So beautiful.

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