Category: Poetry
Fair are fleets of white winged prows Swiftly sailing o’er the sea; Fair are herds of homing cows, Winding slowly o’er the lea; Fair are orchards, when replete With rich blossoms pink and white; Fair are fields of ripening wheat Shining in the morning light; Fair is any mounta...
Fair are fleets of white winged prows Swiftly sailing o’er the sea; Fair are herds of homing cows, Winding slowly o’er the lea; Fair are orchards, when replete With rich blossom...
2. Part 2Whether in childhood or when you grow older, Whether in summer or when it grows colder, Whether in sunshine or lightning and thunder, Be it on land or sea over or under, Whether...