When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.


Poems (ed. 1853)

Sarah Helen Whitman Quotes

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.