"The birds that now so blithely
Through deserts, frozen dry,
Poor spectres of the perished spring,
In famished troops will fly."
From Emily Brontë's "A Day Dream"
Mix media, 2015
Through deserts, frozen dry,
Poor spectres of the perished spring,
In famished troops will fly."
From Emily Brontë's "A Day Dream"
Mix media, 2015