Ah, where will I find Flowers, come winter,
And where the sunshine And shade of the earth?
Walls stand cold
And speechless, in the wind
The weathervanes creak.
Half of Life [c. 1801]
Ah, where will I find Flowers, come winter,
And where the sunshine And shade of the earth?
Walls stand cold
And speechless, in the wind
The weathervanes creak.
Half of Life [c. 1801]