The Satyr (C S Lewis Poems)
When the flowery hands of springForth their woodland riches fling, Through the meadows, through the valleysGoes the satyr carolling.From the ...
C. S. Lewis Poems on Spring (2 Poems)
On Being Human (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...