"THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the p...
On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beautyAre the masters of the world.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beautyAre the m...
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