From The Ballad of the Boat
Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds; the sun, superbly large, Slow as an oak to a woodsman’s stroke, sinks flaming at their marge; – From The Ballad of the Boat by Richard Garnett
Now are the clouds like fiery shrouds; the sun, superbly large, Slow as an oak to a woodsman’s stroke, sinks flaming at their marge; – From The Ballad of the Boat by Richard Garnett