I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know… — Louise Chandler Moulton Copy Share Image
At end of Love, at end of Life, At end of Hope, at end of Strife' At end of all we cling to so- The sun is setting-we must go. At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life, At dawn of Peace that follows Strife, At dawn of all we long for so- The sun is rising-let us go. — Louise Chandler Moulton Copy Share
This Life is a fleeting breath, And whither and how shall I go, When I wander away with Death By a path that I… — Louise Chandler Moulton Copy Share Image
