Our age has lost much of its ear for poetry, as it has its eye for color and line, and its taste for war and worship, wine and women.


Mont Saint Michel and Chartres (1904)


Our age has lost much of its ear for poetry, as it has its eye for color and line, and its taste for war and worship, wine and women.

Our age has lost much of its ear for poetry, as it has its eye for color and line, and its taste for war and worship, wine and women.

Our age has lost much of its ear for poetry, as it has its eye for color and line, and its taste for war and worship, wine and women.

Our age has lost much of its ear for poetry, as it has its eye for color and line, and its taste for war and worship, wine and women.