The Spell was Broken.

“I will tell you what I say,” answered Ransom, jumping to his feet. “Of course good came of it. Is Maleldil a beast that we can stop His path, or a leaf that we can twist His shape? Whatever you do, He will make good of it. But not the good He had prepared for … Continue reading The Spell was Broken.

Words

WORDS, for alas my trade is words, a barren burst of rhyme,⁠Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, battered a thousand times,Take them, you, that smile on strings, those nobler sounds than mine,⁠The words that never lie, or brag, or flatter, or malign.I give a hand to my lady, another to my friend,⁠To whom you too have … Continue reading Words

Sponsa Dei

“Sponsa Dei. What is this Maiden fair,The laughing of whose eyeIs in man’s heart renew’d virginity;Who yet sick longing breedsFor marriage which exceedsThe inventive guess of Love to satisfyWith hope of utter binding, and of loosing endless dear despair?What gleams about her shine,More transient than delight and more divine!If she does something but a little … Continue reading Sponsa Dei