Category: Carroll, Lewis

  • Mnemosyne

    Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney It’s autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. It’s cold abroad the country I remember. The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain At midday with a wing aslant and limber; […]