Sunday, July 9, 2017

To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought




Voices in the meadow sweet,
Whispers from the Summer skies,
Echoes on the river fleet-
What are they but Memories?

Memories waking happy tears,
Bringing back the yesteryears,

Blossoms at your hurrying feet,
Gentle winds to breathe on you,
Sunbeams on your pathway sweet-
What are they but wishes true?
Author Unknown




Picking Wildflowers In The Meadow
Alexander Averin






Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain,
Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain.
Awake but one, and lo! what myriads rise!
Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Rogers





Windswept
Robert Williams






To the sessions of sweet silent thought,
Summon up remembrance of things past.
-William Shakespeare





Sunkissed
June Dudley






The heart hath its own memory like the mind,
And in it are enshrined 
The precious keepsakes into which is wrought
The giver's loving thought.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




La Belle Dame Sans Mercy
Tristan and Isolde
Marc Fishman





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