blood-gout

Updated: May 8, 2025

With her finger upon the seal a big drop of red wax, like a petrified blood-gout, stamped with the Aylett coat-of-arms she leaned through the casement to watch for the flutter of Rosa's white dress among the vari-colored maples shading the lawn sang a clear, sweet second to the song that ascended to her eyrie: "Why weep ye by the tide, ladye? Why weep ye by the tide?

Marion Harland - At Last