Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.
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Quotes of the Day
I was sleeping the other night, alone, thanks to the exterminator.
by Henry David Thoreau
— With cunning plates the polished leaves were decked,
Each one a window to the poet's world,
So rich a prospect that you might suspect