By |2015-05-21T15:56:06-05:00May 31st, 2015|Categories: Poetry|

How beautiful the earth is still, To thee, how full of happiness? How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget December’s sullen time! Why dost thou hold the treasure fast, Of youth’s delight, when youth is past, And thou [...]