Up rose the wild Winter-King,
And shook his beard of snow;
"I hear the first young hard-bell ring,
T'is time for me to go!
North ward o'er the icy rocks,
North ward o'er the sea,
My daughter comes with sunny locks:
This land's too warm for me! "
Charles Godfrey Leland
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"A little Madness in the spring Is wholesome even for the King."
ReplyDelete-- Emily Dickinson
Ahh...good to know...deliciously reassuring!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the interesting entry!
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