by Harmony Twichell (1876 - 1969)

Mists
Language: English 
Our translations:  CHI
Low lie the mists; they hide each hill and dell;
The grey skies weep with us who bid farewell.
But happier days through memory weaves a spell,
And brings new hope to hearts who bid farewell.

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  • CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , "雾", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 4
Word count: 36