Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts.
Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts. - Frank Dempster Sherman
- Frank Dempster Sherman
And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town. - Frank Dempster Sherman
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 make… - Frank Dempster Sherman
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 make…
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