Wish I'd said that - February 28, 2016
“I tell you naught for your comfort,/ Yea, naught for your desire,/ Save that the sky grows darker yet/ And the sea rises higher.” The Virgin Mary to Alfred the Great in G.K. Chesterton Ballad of White Horse
“I tell you naught for your comfort,/ Yea, naught for your desire,/ Save that the sky grows darker yet/ And the sea rises higher.” The Virgin Mary to Alfred the Great in G.K. Chesterton Ballad of White Horse