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With the Moon in his chest and the stars on his toes,
Was a gift to the Earth, as a sign of great love,
From her Silvery Mother in the dark sky above.
Poem by Andrew Anderson
With the Moon in his chest and the stars on his toes,
Was a gift to the Earth, as a sign of great love,
From her Silvery Mother in the dark sky above.
Poem by Andrew Anderson
To the sunset over the golden fields
There’s a new day coming
She feels it on the wind
and the trees whisper the change
And we move westward
Leave our fields and woods behind
My speaking tree bade me farewell
for the last time
To the sunset over the golden fields
There’s a new day coming
She feels it on the wind
and the trees whisper the change
And we move westward
Leave our fields and woods behind
My speaking tree bade me farewell
for the last time
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing,
Shall be well
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing,
Shall be well
Till the sea floweth in your veins,
Till you are clothed with the Heavens
and Crowned with the stars
Thomas Traherne
Till the sea floweth in your veins,
Till you are clothed with the Heavens
and Crowned with the stars
Thomas Traherne
Unit 5 Pentire Workshops
Delabole
Cornwall
PL339BA
Unit 5 Pentire Workshops
Delabole
Cornwall
PL339BA
Thomas Traherne
Thomas Traherne
Beyond her resting dreams,
Foretelling the Snow
Beyond her resting dreams,
Foretelling the Snow