"THIS is the FORest primEVal. The MURmuring PINES and the HEMLOCKS...."
"....Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms...."
It's times like these that I miss Ms. Yanson's classes.
*sigh*
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms...."
It's times like these that I miss Ms. Yanson's classes.
*sigh*