Edith Sitwell Quotes

Within your magic web of hair, lies furledThe fire and splendour of the ancient world;The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;The songs that turned to gold the evening airWhen all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
Edith Sitwell
Edith Sitwell

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