"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

19 February 2021

Imperturbed.


MOUNT IEVERS in SNOW

Wrapt in its ermine mantle
The grand old homestead sleeps
While tempests rage around it
And snow descends in heaps:
Aeolus in his fury lashes the window panes
It mocks his angry efforts
And imperturbed remains.

E.I.

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