Friday, March 19, 2010

Tomorrow is . . .


For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is    grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
          --Algernon Charles Swinburne

A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the king. --Emily Dickinson


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