There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o’er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old. There is death in the clouds, There… Read More ›
There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o’er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and old. There is death in the clouds, There… Read More ›