More from William Sharp

  1. Across the silent stream Where the dream-shadows go, From the dim blue Hill of Dream I have heard the west wind blow.
  2. Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.
  3. Down beyond the haven the tide comes with a shout.
  4. The desire of love, Joy: The desire of life, Peace: The desire of the soul, Heaven: The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.
  5. The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
  6. I hear the little children of the wind Crying solitary in lonely places.

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