Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont, the gentle Spring, And the deliscious Summer, and the cool, Rich Autumn, with the nodding of the grain,...
Fleetly hath past the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont - the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, Rich Autumn, with the nodding of the grain,...
Winter is come again. The sweet south west Is a forgotten wind, and the strong earth Has laid aside its mantle to be bound By the frost fetter. There is not a sound...