St. Andrew’s Eve The last night of November All dreaming as I lay, I saw a fisher toiling In stormy seas and grey, — A glimmering seine-net casting In foam as white as wool . …
November 25, 2021

Posted November 24, 2021
St. Andrew’s Eve The last night of November All dreaming as I lay, I saw a fisher toiling In stormy seas and grey, — A glimmering seine-net casting In foam as white as wool . …