“There is someone of whom I keep a-thinking; There is someone whom I visit in my dreams, Though a hundred hills stand sentinel between us, And the dark rage of a hundred sunless streams. For the same bright moon is… — L. Cranmer-Byng Copy Share Image
“I revel in flowers without let, An atom at random in space; My soul dwells in regions ethereal, And the world is my dreaming-place.” — L. Cranmer-Byng Copy Share Image
“There is someone of whom I keep a-thinking; There is someone whom I visit in my dreams, Though a hundred hills stand sentinel between… — L. Cranmer-Byng Copy Share Image
