The stars are little twinkling rogues who light us home sometimes when we are drunk but care for neither you nor me nor any man.


The Twelve Seasons, June (p. 46), W. Sloane Associates. 1949


The stars are little twinkling rogues who light us home sometimes when we are drunk but care for neither you nor me nor any man.

The stars are little twinkling rogues who light us home sometimes when we are drunk but care for neither you nor me nor any man.

The stars are little twinkling rogues who light us home sometimes when we are drunk but care for neither you nor me nor any man.

The stars are little twinkling rogues who light us home sometimes when we are drunk but care for neither you nor me nor any man.