In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge. A coin unsordid as a bond of love-- And, with the instinct of… — Robert Underwood Johnson Copy Share Image
They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring. — Robert Underwood Johnson Copy Share Image
He is likely to remain the one historian of the Sierra; he imported into his view the imagination of the poet and the reverence… — Robert Underwood Johnson Copy Share Image
In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge. A coin unsordid as a bond of love-- And, with the instinct of the homing… — Robert Underwood Johnson Copy Share Image
