Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its read more
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
And at my silent window-sill
The jessamine peeps in.
