Scotland 1941 (Edwin Muir Poems)
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
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