TRUCE
Reading edition
A field of battle—this sky, The sun, the hero bleeding to death; The shadows and lights hurl their Hosts of clouds ceaselessly: No peace? Warfare all? Nay, lo! she cometh— The Spirit of Truce, The Evening Star!
Reading edition
A field of battle—this sky, The sun, the hero bleeding to death; The shadows and lights hurl their Hosts of clouds ceaselessly: No peace? Warfare all? Nay, lo! she cometh— The Spirit of Truce, The Evening Star!