one month ago
Diane, Patrick, Louis, Tamar and Isobel
In memory of uncle Spike
The Old Astronomer to His Pupil.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
£50.00
