A field of battle — this sky...
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!
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!