Yes!--still I love thee: Time, who sets His signet on my brow, And dims my sunken eye, forgets, The heart he could not bow;-- Where love, that cannot perish, grows For one, Alas! that little knows How love may sometimes… — Rufus Dawes Copy Share Image
Yes!--still I love thee: Time, who sets His signet on my brow, And dims my sunken eye, forgets, The heart he could not bow;--… — Rufus Dawes Copy Share Image
For a mile up and down the open fields before us the splendid lines of the veterans of the Army of Northern Virginia swept… — Rufus Dawes Copy Share Image
