Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the read more
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to read more
Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
