Occupation: Writer Birth: May 6, 1860 Death: September 19, 1916
Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts..
And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town..
Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makeā¦.