As pure and sweet, her fair brow seemed
Eternal as the sky:
And like the brook's low song, her voice, —
A sound which could not die.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)
As pure and sweet, her fair brow seemed
Eternal as the sky:
And like the brook's low song, her voice, —
A sound which could not die.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)