In the beginning, said a Persian poet Allah took a rose, a lily, a dove, a serpent, a little honey, a Dead… — William Sharp Apples Copy Share Image
“O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing: O never a song I hear now, where one was wont… — William Sharp Heart is a lonely hunter Copy Share Image
The desire of love, Joy:The desire of life, Peace:The desire of the soul, Heaven:The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever. — William Sharp Desire Copy Share Image
Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you… — William Sharp February Copy Share Image
The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again. — William Sharp Carpe Copy Share Image
