New Directions Book

jFieavy rain in a wild wind. And winter dusk. Nothing but the torn and blowing sheets of rain, and the wind ripping and wailing. Then, through the rain and wind, the clopping of horses' hooves and the rattle of wheels, and a closed chaise dashes past us into the wild dusk. Close, we see it as a...

PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN(J'he Lord, the Tleaveniy Host, and later !Mephistopheles. ^he three Archangels come forward and speak.)RaphaelThe sun sings in the ancient major, in song-match with its brother-spheres, and finishes its ordained journey with thunder-crash about their ears. Its face gives strength...