Some things are very dear to me--
Such things as flowers bathed by rain
Or patterns traced upon the sea
Or crocuses where snow has lain . . .
The iridescence of a gem,
The moon's cool opalescent light,
Azaleas and the scent of them,
And honeysuckles in the night.
And many sounds are also dear--
Like winds that sing among the trees
Or crickets calling from the weir
Or Negroes humming melodies.
But dearer far than all surmise
Are sudden tear-drops in your eyes
Gwendolyn B. Bennett
Me The Stories of Jesus
of the Lake
Sonnet by Shakespeare
Beauty to Behold
Beauty In The Night
I Look Across The Sea
Will You Wear My