My Old Letters (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from My Old Letters Not written down in haste, but in the quiet Of thoughtful seasons, still to memory dear, When the whole soul was calm, and the world’ s riot, Even in its echo, came not to my ear What 1 have thought, and felt, and seen, and heard is here. Sometimes the cloud, but oft the happier noonlight Floated above me, as 1 mused and sung At times the stars, at times the mellow moonlight Gave ripeness to the fruit of pen and tongue, While o’er my ravelled dreams the years and ages hung. —- ISBN: 9781330524732