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.

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.

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.

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.