And of its wreck some fragments still remain—
Their beacon light, the Pharos of the deep!...
JAMES COBOURG HODGINS
ONCE MORE
ONCE more the robin flutes in glee,
On heat returning.
The living juices in the trees
Are shooting in the early leaves,—
And of its wreck some fragments still remain—
Their beacon light, the Pharos of the deep!...
ONCE more the robin flutes in glee,
On heat returning.
The living juices in the trees
Are shooting in the early leaves,—