I would have liked to linger in this room,
But a rough wind was blowing.
To wake up and go back to sleep beside you,
But dawn was showing.
Down on the river, a boat with a black sail.
I must be going.
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
Andrea Grillo and the End of His Usefulness
No one with any knowledge of Roman universities would be the least surprised to hear that Sant’Anselmo,…
Work Is for the Worker
In these early days of his pontificate, Pope Leo XIV has made one thing clear: The responsible…
Tunnel Vision
Alice Roberts is a familiar face in British media. A skilled archaeologist, she has for years hosted…
