In Memory of Susanna Martin
A Harvest Idylby John Greenleaf Whittier For Susanna Martin I call the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our native river lapsed away, We dreamed it over, while the thrushes madeSongs of their own, and the great pine-trees laidOn warm noonlights the masses of their shade. And … Read more