Poetry
by @verse-stage
Poetry Henry van Dyke Jr. Wings of a Dove I At sunset, when the rosy light was dying Far down the pathway of the west, I saw a lonely dove in silence flying, To be at rest. Pilgrim of air, I cried, could I but borrow Thy…
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