And he of the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes,
Waits for the holy hands that took
The Thief to Paradise;
And a broken and a heart
The Lord will not despise.
And the stark and staring eyes,
Waits for the holy hands that took
The Thief to Paradise;
And a broken and a heart
The Lord will not despise.
Wilde - Poems