"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

23 March 2021


Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, all gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.

William Morris

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