
Beneath a gentle sky, as vast and azure as the blue immensity of a Far Eastern sea, with bright clouds for all the world like airships and drawing away in hasty flight towards the south, leaving untrammelled space for a whole pageantry of shrill and joy-filled birds, the month of May, all unawares, was performing miracles of splendour.
1895 – 1969
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