flesh – Robin’s Nest

The Prisoner

by Emil Brontë Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. He comes with Western winds, with evening’s wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that bringsContinue reading “The Prisoner”

Air And Angels

by John Donne (1572-1631) Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipp’d be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see, But since my soul, whose childContinue reading “Air And Angels”