"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

20 January 2019

Remove.

Chapman, Mescalero Apache Camp in Winter, New Mexico, 1923


Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o’erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights 
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights 
Sleep’s leaden spells remove.

Thomas Campion

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