August. A SUMMER DAY BY THE SEA. THE sun is set; and in his latest beams The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. O summer day so wonderful and white, To some the gravestone of a dead delight, |
August. A SUMMER DAY BY THE SEA. THE sun is set; and in his latest beams The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. O summer day so wonderful and white, To some the gravestone of a dead delight, |