Château de pierrefonds 19-vi-2016
a silent wood o silent wood, i enter thee with a heart so full of misery for all the voices from the trees and the ferns that cling about my knees. in thy darkest shadow let me sit when the grey owls about thee flit; there will i ask of thee a boon, that i may not faint or die or swoon. gazing through the gloom li
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