What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it…
by Dev
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the…
Gliding o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship…
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but…
There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the…
There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through…
When we come down into the distant village, visible from the…
Earth rais'd up her head, From the darkness dread & drear. Her…
