Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
Alice MeynellRome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.
Alice MeynellLet us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
Alice MeynellRome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.
Alice Meynell