Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.
Reach for the moon, because if you don't make it you'll land among the stars.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its read more
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant read more
Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!
The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps
And the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering.
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
The perfumes thou dost bring?
Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find
The perfumes thou dost bring?
The groves were God's first temples.
The groves were God's first temples.
