Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain, Unravelled from the tumbling main, And threading the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
