William Butler Yeats ~ S. M. Hart

Virginia at Eighteen When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love falseContinue reading “William Butler Yeats ~ S. M. Hart”

T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart

Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos 2021 I grow old…I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do notContinue reading “T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart”