“Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woeAre brackish with the salt of human tears!Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flowClaspest the limits of mortalit
“The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps―does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moontouched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud
