WALTZ OF HALOS
WALTZ OF HALOS A swan ship glides and leads my soul to the blest hill of Zela's white isle. Her blue rose sings; it bears no spines I hear fire speak her wish for man. The glad sun bows as rays kiss earth a dark snake bleeds; the pure lamb reigns. I veil my face to greet love's gift and waltz with... Sign in to see full entry.