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
(1902-1981)

Moods

Song by Longfellow

Tell Me The Stories of Jesus

Lady of the Lake

Enchanted Garden

A Sonnet by Shakespeare

Renaissance Garden

Lancelot and Guinevere

Lady Of Shallot

Beauty to Behold

Beauty In The Night

I Look Across The Sea

Wild Swans 1

Wild Swans 2

Will You Wear My Favor?

Sleeping Beauty 

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