Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Through golden… — William Braithwaite Copy Share Image
My heart gives thanks for empty moments given to dreams, and for thoughtful people who help those dreams come true — William Braithwaite Copy Share Image
Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm… — William Braithwaite Copy Share Image
