Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Scraps. - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

Raise it to Heaven, when thine eye fills with tears,
For only in a watery sky appears
The bow of light; and from th' invisible skies
Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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