Something there had been, something delicate, wild and far away. But it was shut out behind the doors of yesterday, lost beyond the hills.
1938 The Godwits Fly, ch.3.
You were English and not English. It took time to realize that England was far away.Robin Pseudonym Of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde
We live half our lives in England?there can't have been anything quite like this sincethe Roman colonists settled in Britain: not the hanging on with one hand, and the other hand full of seas.Robin Pseudonym Of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde
Having a lover isn't much to write home about.Robin Pseudonym Of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde
She stands an instant in the sun Athwart her harsh land's red and green Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen. ? As if she does not care that life Has reft the jewels from her hair But grieves that menial needs and base Were those that left her palace bare.Robin Pseudonym Of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde