O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sugar maple is remarkable for its clean ankle. The groves of these trees looked like vast forest sheds, their branches stoppingshort… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
