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bordercollies: It's 'National Daisy Day' today.
Daisies by Frank Dempster Sherman
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
DomesticCEOCat: Poem by Frank Dempster Sherman. Stones from this (Adriatic Sea) beach and almond from my Nono’s old garden on the same island.
flusteredduck: October by Frank Dempster Sherman
SangitaGhalay: The sky is full of clouds to-day,
And idly, to and fro,
Like sheep across the pasture, they
Across the heavens go...
- Frank Dempster Sherman
rhaellasong: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
kevblue777: Hark, the honeybee's low hum
Tells us that the summer's come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
platospupil: Hark, the honeybee's low hum
Tells us that the summer's come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
mbharrington501: Hark, the honeybee's low hum
Tells us that the summer's come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
MelanieJaxn: Like mimic meteors the snow
In silence out of heaven sifts,
And wanton winds that wake and blow
Pile high their monumental drifts.
~Frank Dempster Sherman
ElizabethKBates: THE SNOW BIRD by Frank Dempster Sherman
“When all the ground with snow is white, / The merry snow-bird comes, / And hops about with great delight / To find the scattered crumbs.”
Lizzie_Lou_5: Year Of Nefelibata (Day 10): At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.//Daisies:: Frank Dempster Sherman
janweyre: And often while i’m dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go,
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
—Frank Dempster Sherman
platospupil: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
HabbyMomma: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
kevblue777: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
TeresaBacon20: Good Morning, Welcome To My World
Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
mbharrington501: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
OccultFan: Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come!
–Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
Kairpra: Pebbles
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Artist Ester Roi
Out of a pellucid brook
Pebbles round and smooth I took;
Like a jewel, every one
Caught a color from the sun,—
Ruby red and sapphire blue,
Emerald and onyx too,
Diamond and amethyst,—
Not a precious stone I missed;
Kairpra: Daisies
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Artist Pollyanna Pickering.
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
MelanieJaxn: Like mimic meteors the snow
In silence out of heaven sifts,
And wanton winds that wake and blow
Pile high their monumental drifts.
~Frank Dempster Sherman
MelanieJaxn: Scamper, little leaves, about
In the autumn sun;
I can hear the old Wind shout,
Laughing as you run,
And I haven't any doubt
That he likes the fun.
-Frank Dempster Sherman
bordercollies: Daisies
by Frank Dempster Sherman
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
msirismg: "March!
and all the winds cry, March!
As they sweep the heaven’s arch,
Polishing the stars that gem
Earth’s resplendent diadem..."
excerpt from poem by Frank Dempster Sherman
MelanieJaxn: Like mimic meteors the snow
In silence out of heaven sifts,
And wanton winds that wake and blow
Pile high their monumental drifts.
~Frank Dempster Sherman
CanadiensFan: Spinning Top
By Frank Dempster Sherman
When I spin round without a stop
And keep my balance like the top,
I find t...
CHeathWFTV: And to him a Christmas seems
Merry only in his dreams.
All he dreams then, Santa Claus,
Stuff the stocking with,...
SweetNo36295733: "My prayer is that while I liveã…¡ God make me worthy of my friends."
-Frank Dempster Sherman
niteridersMG: "To learn what lessions life might give, to do my duty as I saw, to love my friends, to laugh and live, not holding...
