Thursday, February 10, 2011

a winter love story

Every winter,
When the great Sun has turned his face away,
The Earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
~Charles Kingsley

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