He sitteth there in silence, worn and wasted
With famine, and uplifts his hollow eyes
To the skies;
For forty days and nights he hath not tasted
Of food or drink, his parted lips are pale,
Surely his strength must fail.
With famine, and uplifts his hollow eyes
To the skies;
For forty days and nights he hath not tasted
Of food or drink, his parted lips are pale,
Surely his strength must fail.
Longfellow
