Stanza
Opusmura Editorial
If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven, — Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?
Opusmura Editorial
If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven, — Something is not there which was Winter's wondrous frost and snow, Summer's clouds, where are they now?