|
Home Links An altered look about the hills Going to heaven! Come slowly, Eden! New feet within my garden go The rose did caper on her cheek The daisy follows soft the sun The gentian weaves her fringes Success is counted sweetest Our share of night to bear Soul, wilt thou toss again? Glee! the great storm is over! Airline tickets A wounded deer leaps highest Much madness is divinest sense Firao Shoes Findo Shoes Filgo Shoes Fivoo Shoes Fipro Shoes |
Glee! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation! Toll, for the bonnie souls,— Neighbor and friend and bridegroom, Spinning upon the shoals! How they will tell the shipwreck When winter shakes the door, Till the children ask, “But the forty? Did they come back no more?” Cheap AirTickets Then a silence suffuses the story, And a softness the teller’s eye; And the children no further question And only the waves reply. |