No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
“Every day is ordinary. Until it isn’t. On this early-October morning, the townspeople in Port Fortune wake before dawn to an ordinary… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“The spirit of peace descended like a cloud from heaven, for if the spirit of peace dwells anywhere, it is in the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
