T.A. Rosenbaum Poems
We oft' will share those soft spun lores
'neath the care of that starry dome
Oh! The place our heart most adores
Far removed from those sundering shores
Where ever our souls may roam
This is the place our desire implores, home
O'er those distant and glassy beaches
Though languid and languishing they seem to we
Oh! The mournful distance teaches!
As we sail the far flung reaches
How that ever limitless horizon leaches
And none can hear our mighty plea
For the waving ocean loudly preaches, 'No home to see! '
Home! Where our hearts' shadows' ...
When I Die
One day, when I die and pass away
I may then fly, in my form no more to stay
Where the sun is warm and a score of flowers sway
And play, as they, a lifetime never to stray
My life is slow, I only feel, never see
And I cannot know, only can I believe
This simple truth, all fears relieve
Never a whither or why