Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Monday, 24 October 2011


And would sigh at the tale
Of sunk Lyonnesse,
As a wind-tugged tress
Flapped her cheek like a flail;
Or listen at whiles
With a thought-bound brow
To the murmuring miles
She is far from now.

Thomas Hardy d. 1928

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