“It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Peace flows into me As the tide to the pool by the shore; It is mine forevermore, It ebbs not back like… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
