Tag: Pagan

Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies […] – Lord Byron – She walks in Beauty –

The purpose is lost in the midnight of Time

Whose were the hands that upheaved these stones Standing, like spectres, under the moon, Steadfast and strange and solemn and alone. As raised by a Wizard – a king of bones ! And whose was the mind, that willed them reign The wonder of ages, simply sublime ? The purpose is lost in the midnight […]

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee

You may bury my body in Sussex grass, You may bury my tongue at Champmedy I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass Bury my heart at Wounded Knee – Stephen Vincent Benet – American Names –

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