My sun sets to rise again. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
My sun sets to rise again. – Robert Browning
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. – Robert Browning
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven. – Robert Browning