Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky;
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.
Eleanor Farjeon
LINES FOR A BED AT KELMSCOTT MANOR
"The wind's on the wold
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky;
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.
Eleanor Farjeon
"The wind's on the wold