Kinross
by MARIA BONAR At dawn the stag appears on the misty hill near Loch Leven I watch silently from my window until he bolts I fancy I hear the prayers of a captive queen echoing down the years from the…
by MARIA BONAR At dawn the stag appears on the misty hill near Loch Leven I watch silently from my window until he bolts I fancy I hear the prayers of a captive queen echoing down the years from the…