Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Commonplace Book

'...As the sea without droned the antiphon, and the homeless wind upon the hill cried the antistrophe, he thought it was a wilding elphin thing he loved who was one with the witch-wind upon the waste, and with the changeling brumous sea.'

from Gillespie by J. MacDougall Hay (Chapter 3)
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