The place is filled with fog like lead,
Which clammily has settled on the frame
Of her who was a burning, flame
To all mankind--who durst not lift their gaze,
And meet the brightness of her beauty's rays.
Which clammily has settled on the frame
Of her who was a burning, flame
To all mankind--who durst not lift their gaze,
And meet the brightness of her beauty's rays.
Victor Hugo - Poems
