I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Poetry
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE