Julian Huxley Quote

Is it a sin to prison you? Through the runways in the grass You and yours in hundreds pass, An unimagined world of shrews, A world whose hurrying twilight news Never stirs but now and then The striding world of booted men.

The Captive Shrew and Other Poems of a Biologist - The Captive Shrew, Harper & Brothers. 1933

Is it a sin to prison you? Through the runways in the grass You and yours in hundreds pass, An unimagined world of shrews, A world whose hurrying...

Is it a sin to prison you? Through the runways in the grass You and yours in hundreds pass, An unimagined world of shrews, A world whose hurrying...

Is it a sin to prison you? Through the runways in the grass You and yours in hundreds pass, An unimagined world of shrews, A world whose hurrying...

Is it a sin to prison you? Through the runways in the grass You and yours in hundreds pass, An unimagined world of shrews, A world whose hurrying...