By Felicity Arbuthnot. Republished from The Centre for Globalization Research.
"The sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours
For this, for everything, we are out of tune." (William Wordsworth, 1770-1850.)
By Felicity Arbuthnot. Republished from The Centre for Globalization Research.
"The sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours
For this, for everything, we are out of tune." (William Wordsworth, 1770-1850.)