Poems by Sturm Frank Pearce
Contemplation
... ather remorseful blossoms in light mood --Grief, place thy hand in mine, let us be goneFar from them ...
Correspondences
... f things infinite:As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin,Which sing the sense's and the soul's delight ...
Spleen
... od grew cold,Will never warm this dead man's bloodless pains,For green Lethean water fills his veins ...
