Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a dream. I went to bitter lanes and dark, Who once had known the sky, To carry… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
“We are made whole By books, as by great spaces and the stars” — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Three men, together riding, Can win new worlds at their will; Resolute, neer dividing, Lead, and be victors still. Three can laugh and doom… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
May I forget what ought to be forgotten; and recall, unfailing, all that ought to be recalled, each kindly thing, forgetting what might sting. — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me. — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
