Because the autumn eve was fair
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there. We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze. But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from...
オーナー: Nick Kenrick
ライセンス: 1 - クリエイティブ・コモンズ・ライセンス NC-SA(表示-非営利-継承)