THE HUMAN SEASONS FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year; He has his Summer, when luxuriously His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, John Keats [1795-1821] |
THE HUMAN SEASONS FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year; He has his Summer, when luxuriously His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, John Keats [1795-1821] |