Amidst the boughs, A solitary thrush sings, The night air thick with stars. Notes flutter through the dark, Binding hearts with memories, In the sacred quiet, Of the woodland night’s hold. —Katherine Mansfield
- Katherine Mansfield
Amidst the boughs, A solitary thrush sings, The night air thick with stars. Notes flutter through the dark, Binding hearts with memories, In the sacred quiet, Of the woodland night’s hold. —Katherine Mansfield