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' ...
Good Morning/Good Night
Lovely, in a tired sort of way
and there, today, she stood
Watching, as always, the Dawn along the way
How many a day had she stood?
Wishing to capture if she could
That opposing of her endless gray
But the toll of that way, a tired sort of way
That she walked from day to day