"I am a stone," said I, And to the ear that heard, I turned, "See what I've made?" (In breathless rapture.) A hasty glance was made to capture. "See how it stands," said I, With spark, a gleam, in eye that burned. And then that ear, with tongue, awoke, "I am the stone," it also … Continue reading “Arena et Petra”
Bearlee Afloat 