By The Old Burned Tree

“Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-leith” Lord Alfred Tennyson...

Red #9

“The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge  

Path of Light

“Young Love lies dreaming; But who shall tell the dream? A perfect sunlight On rustling forest tips; Or perfect moonlight Upon a rippling stream; Or perfect silence, Or song of cherished lips.” Dante. Dream-Love....

Winter’s Dream

“She’s thinking of one winter’s day, A few short months ago, Then Emma’s bier was borne away O’er wastes of frozen snow. She’s thinking how that drifted snow Dissolved in spring’s first gleam, And how her sister’s memory...

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