Henry Timrod

Ah me! why may not love and life be one? ↗

— Henry Timrod

#life

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves. ↗

— Henry Timrod

#deep #demons #dreams #each #elves

Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. ↗

— Henry Timrod

#burns #court #dark #fragrant #green

Spring is a true reconstructionist. ↗

— Henry Timrod

#true