قصيدة Apostate by Léonie Adams
From weariness I looked out on the stars ,And there beheld them, fixed in throbbing joy Nor racked by such mad dance of moods as mars .For us each moment’s grace with swift alloy
From weariness I looked out on the stars ,And there beheld them, fixed in throbbing joy Nor racked by such mad dance of moods as mars .For us each moment’s grace with swift alloy