The Nacreous Oughts

10 May 2008

from "Sweeney Among the Nightingales":

...The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud
And let their liquid siftings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.

--T S Eliot

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