Bryan Procter Quote

Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes amidst green leaves by grottoes cool; And ye who on the flat sands hoard your eggs For suns to ripen, come!


The Poetical Works of Milman, Bowles, Wilson, and Barry Cornwall, An Invocation to Birds


Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes ...

Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes ...

Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes ...

Come, all ye feathery people of mid-air, Who sleep 'midst rocks, or on the mountain summits Lie down with the wild winds; and ye who build Your homes ...