“And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended; But this… — William Morris Copy Share Image
“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
how seasonably leaf and blossom uncurl and living things arrange their death, while someone from afar off blows birthday candles for the… — Irving Layton Copy Share Image
