A YEAR AGO A year ago I too was proud of May, I too delighted in the blackbird`s song. When the sun shone my soul made holiday. When the rain fell I felt it as a wrong. Then for me too the world was fresh and young. Oh what a miracle each bluebell was! How my heart leaped in union with my tongue, When first I lit upon a stag`s horn moss! --A year ago! Alas, one Summer`s fire, One autumn`s chill, one Winter`s discontent, And now one Spring of joy and hope deferred Have brought me to this pass of undesire That I behold May`s veil of beauty rent And stand unmoved by sun and flower and bird.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
The script ran 0.001 seconds.
