Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
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Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the read more
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your read more
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
