“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” Alfred Lord Tennyson
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” Alfred Lord Tennyson
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro’ town and field To …
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