“Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet. The stars touched midnight.” — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
“His own true hidden reality that he had desired to know grew palpable, recognizable. It seemed to him just this: a great, glad, abounding… — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes... — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
“Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining… — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
“The clear stars before him took to shuddering and he knew why; they shuddered at sight of what was behind him. He had never… — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
“So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of… — Clemence Housman Copy Share Image
