Sombre and rich, the skies; Great glooms, and starry plains. Gently the night wind sighs; Else a vast silence reigns. — Lionel Johnson Copy Share
“Come! our world is done: For all the witchery of the world is fled, And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.” — Lionel Johnson Copy Share
Yeats, you need ten years in the library, but I have need of ten years in the wilderness. — Lionel Johnson Copy Share
Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will. — Lionel Johnson Copy Share
“Mine is the sultry sunset when the skies Tremble with strange, intolerable thunder: And at the dead of an hushed night, these eyes Draw… — Lionel Johnson Copy Share
