The Spike or Victoria College Review 1936
Nocturne
Nocturne
The night is decked like a maiden fair
With a crescent moon at her chin,
She's wreaths of stars in her flowing hair
And fleecy grey clouds for her gown.
—J.D.F.
The night is decked like a maiden fair
With a crescent moon at her chin,
She's wreaths of stars in her flowing hair
And fleecy grey clouds for her gown.
—J.D.F.