Finland
Feet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand. The skies are jewelled all around, The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground, The Finn with face like paper And eyes like a lighted taper Hurls his rough rune At the wintry moon And stamps to mark the tune.
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"Feet and faces tingle..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert von Ranke Graves delivers a powerful performance in "Finland"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...