The Wheel
THROUGH wiime we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winters best of all;
And after that there s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not e -
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
(ò﹏ò)
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