In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
If poetry comes not naturally as leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories