Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
John RuskinThe greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world... to see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one.
John RuskinCome, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
John RuskinThe greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world... to see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one.
John Ruskin