Governments may change, and opinions, and the very appearance of lands themselves, — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
I saw the lovely arch Of rainbow span the sky, The gold sun burning As the rain swept by. — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
Little I ask And that little is not granted.” There are few crumbs In this world any more. — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
Today I walked on the lion-coloured hills with only cypresses for company, — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
There is something dangerous about mirrors. … What dynamite we handle when we — Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
