Maxioms by William Morris
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
March: Its tree, Juniper.
March: Its tree, Juniper.
What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear, Like the wind in hollow valleys read more
What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear, Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near, Like the rolling of the ocean in the eventide of fear? 'Tis the people marching on
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
