I wonder now if you ever remember... Whether your June is all turned to December... Gone are those winters of chats and of dances... Gone the aroma of life's young romances... Ah! well enough, as you dance on in joyance...… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share Image
Beautiful and rare Aurora, In the heavens thou art their Flora — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
He that would earn the Poet's sacred name, Must write for future as for present ages. — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
But now I rejoice when, in my winter studio, I can spread out my summer studies and recall through them the beautiful season and… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
O Light divine! we need no fuller test That all is ordered well; We know enough to trust that all is best Where Love… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
I become more and more inclined to sink the minister in the man, and abandon my present calling in toto as a profession... to… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
I wonder now if you ever remember... Whether your June is all turned to December... Gone are those winters of chats and of dances...… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal… — Christopher Pearse Cranch Copy Share
