There will be rest, and sure stars shining
Over the roof-tops crowned with snow,
A reign of rest, serene forgetting,
The music of stillness holy and low.
I will make this world of my devising
Out of a dream in my lonely mind.
I shall find the crystal of peace, – above me
Stars I shall find.
—Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
Thank you also for the regularely music offer, Bob!
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Lovely and restful. Thanks.
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Beautiful!
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