Harriet Winslow Sewall quotes

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing For the far-off, unattained, and dim, While the beautiful all round thee lying Offers up its low, perpetual hymn? (Harriet Winslow Sewall)
Poor indeed must thou be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw-. View quote
Harriet Winslow Sewall