Fernsidebrook
Thursday, January 31, 2013
twilight
“And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace”
John Greenleaf Whittier
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunset
Fringed with gold their mantles flow
On the slopes of westering knolls;
In the wind they whisper low
Of the Sunset Land of Souls.
John Greenleaf Whittier
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
rose-cloud
A rose-cloud, dimly seen above,
Melting in heaven's blue depths away-
O! sweet, fond dream of human Love!
For thee I may not pray.
John Greenleaf Whittier
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Fog
But see! the day is closing cool,
The woods are dim before us;
The white fog of the wayside pool
Is creeping slowly o'er us.
John Greenleaf Whittier
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Morning sun
"All the windows of my heart I open to the day."
John Greenleaf Whittier
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