Quotes from Maurice Thompson

When Spring is old, and dewy windsBlow from the south, with odors sweet,I see my love, in shadowy groves,Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.

So long as the new moon returns in heaven a bent, beautiful bow, so long will the fascination of archery keep hold in the hearts of men.

There is no excellence in archery without great labour.

Meseems I feel his presence. Is he dead? Death is a word. He lives and grander grows.

His love shone as impartial as the sun.