A spectrum sphere, child’s blown bubble,
incongruously wafts past a window
of the Globe where we imbibe while we may;
a bewildered sparrow flickered through
the fleeting vigour of a once great mead hall.
A spectrum sphere, child’s blown bubble,
incongruously wafts past a window
of the Globe where we imbibe while we may;
a bewildered sparrow flickered through
the fleeting vigour of a once great mead hall.