Category: Poetry
Now just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold the City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men, with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal. *...
Now just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold the City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked ma...
2. Chapter 2I think we all are dreamers like the seven; The morning rises from her silver throne And smiles upon the hours we call our own. The minutes brim like drops of golden wine O'er L...