Disciple. 6. To Thee, all the fanfaring splendor..., by Seraphina Powell To Thee, all the fanfaring splendor /
of trumpets is no more /
than the inarticulate whisper /
of wind in the grass; /
to Thee, the roaring gl...
Student. 6. All magnificence of..., by Ilya Shambat 6
All magnificence of /
Pipes — is but murmur of /
Grass — before you.
All magnificence of /
Storms — is but chatter of /
Birds — before y...