Quote by Lionel Johnson


Through thee, the gracious Muses turn, To Furies, O mine Enemy! And all the things of beauty burn With flames of evil ecstasy. Because of thee, the land of dreams Becomes a gathering place of fears: Until tormented slumber seems One vehemence of useless tears.


Through thee, the gracious Muses turn, To Furies, O mine Ene

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