Tuesday, August 7, 2018

psalm of slow west.


thou shall not be afraid of any terror of night,
nor for the arrow that flyeth by day.
for the pestilence that waketh in darkness,
nor for the sickness that destroyeth the noonday.
o'er all there hung the shadow of fear,
a sense of mystery the spirit daunted,
and said as plain as a whisper in the ear,
this place is haunted.

 
 

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