Sunday Poetry
Moonlight -Maxfield ParrishMoonlightby Vita Sackville-West What time the meanest brick and stoneTake on a beauty not their own,And past the flaw of builded woodShines the intention whole and good,And all the little homes of manRise to a dimmer, nobler span;When colour’s absence gives escapeTo the deeper spirit of the shape, — Then earth’s great architecture … Read more