But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields
Return no more, where, then, is paradise?


Sunday Morning, 1923


But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields Return no more, where, then, is paradise?

But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields Return no more, where, then, is paradise?

But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields Return no more, where, then, is paradise?

But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields Return no more, where, then, is paradise?