The Winding Stair
XXIII. TOM AT CRUACHAN On Cruachan's plain slept he That must sing in a rhyme What most could shake his soul: 'The stallion Eternity Mounted the mare of Time, 'Gat the foal of the world.'
XXIII. TOM AT CRUACHAN
On Cruachan's plain slept he That must sing in a rhyme What most could shake his soul: 'The stallion Eternity Mounted the mare of Time, 'Gat the foal of the world.'
