I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see. — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day? — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street. — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
I saw with open eyes/ Singing birds sweet/ Sold in the shops/ For the people to eat,/ Sold in the shops of/ Stupidity Street.//… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
