"But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, 'Here's a King,' the worms shall say.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News o...
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