Charles Kingsley Quote

Night's son was driving His golden-haired horses up; Over the eastern firths High flashed their manes.


Poems, The Longbeards' Saga


Night's son was driving His golden-haired horses up; Over the eastern firths High flashed their manes.

Night's son was driving His golden-haired horses up; Over the eastern firths High flashed their manes.

Night's son was driving His golden-haired horses up; Over the eastern firths High flashed their manes.

Night's son was driving His golden-haired horses up; Over the eastern firths High flashed their manes.