The Summer comes and the Summer goes;
Wild-flowers are fringing the dusty lanes,
The shallows go darting through fragrant rains,
Then, all of a sudden — it snows.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)
The Summer comes and the Summer goes;
Wild-flowers are fringing the dusty lanes,
The shallows go darting through fragrant rains,
Then, all of a sudden — it snows.
Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)