She will hang the night with stars so that I may
walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my
footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will me in
great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my
footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will me in
great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
Oscar Wilde
