“Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.”
“Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.”
Timothy Salter
“O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!”
Timothy Salter“Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.”
Timothy Salter“Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.”
Timothy Salter, The Sonnets“O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!”
Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry“To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.”
Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry“Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.”
Timothy Salter, Reflections in Short Poetry“Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.”
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