English poem
Infinite Depths
by Edwin Markham (1852–1940)
The little pool, in street or field apart, Glasses deep heavens and the rushing storm; And into silent depths of every heart, The Eternal throws its awful shadow-form.
Versos English Edwin Markham Infinite Depths
English poem
by Edwin Markham (1852–1940)
The little pool, in street or field apart, Glasses deep heavens and the rushing storm; And into silent depths of every heart, The Eternal throws its awful shadow-form.