Helen Maria Williams Quotes
The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep The storm
The night is dark, the waters deep,
Yet soft the billows roll;
Alas! at every breeze I weep
The storm is in my soul. (Helen Maria Williams)
Yet soft the billows roll;
Alas! at every breeze I weep
The storm is in my soul. (Helen Maria Williams)