The Lady Cecile (Marietta Holley Poems)
Sitting alone in the windy tower, While the waves leap high, or are low at rest,What does she think of, hour ...
Sitting alone in the windy tower, While the waves leap high, or are low at rest,What does she think of, hour ...
He saw it last of all before they herded in the steerage,Dark against the sunset where he lingered by the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories