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Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.
— Henry Timrod
poet, journalist, writer
🔗 Read on Wikipedia1828  – 1867
Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.
Thy skirts indeed the foe may part, Carolina!
And down the dunes a thousand guns lie crouched, As lightly as the pen.
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, By mourning beauty crowned!
