"From the bonny bells of heather,They brewed a drink long syne,Was sweeter far than honey,Was stronger far than wine.They brewed it and they drank it,A...
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;She shines on thieves on the garden wall,On streets and fields and harbour quays,And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;She shines on thieves on the garden wall,On streets a...
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