Onehundredseventyfive

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch...


Onehundredseventyfour

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a...


Onehundredseventythree

Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the...


Onehundredseventytwo

The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and...