Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts. — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town. — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts. — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may… — Frank Dempster Sherman Copy Share Image
