Philomela – A Poem
“Philomela” A lark sings through the hellish gloom; Calls out to her Author. Praising, loving, she cries her tune, Piercing my ears to bother. A lonely cry, muffled and sweet, Echoes through dark and rain, Rises to join the thronging fleet Of souls which do proclaim. I hear “my Lord” loved and outspread;[…]