And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the… — Frank Dempster Sherman Evening Copy Share Image
Like mimic meteors the snow, In silence out of Heaven sifts. — Frank Dempster Sherman Heaven 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… — Frank Dempster Sherman Flowers Copy Share Image
