Oscar Williams, "The Last Supper" Apostles of the hidden sun Are come unto the room of breath Hung with the banging blinds of death, The body twelve, the spirit one, Far as the eye, in earth arrayed, The night shining, the supper laid.
Apostles of the hidden sun Are come unto the room of breath Hung with the banging blinds of death, The body twelve, the spirit one, Far as the eye, in earth arrayed, The night shining, the supper laid.