Monthly Archive for huhtikuu, 2008

Sininen epistola

”Thou waitest late, and com’st alone When woods are bare and birds have flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. ”Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue–blue–as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.” William Cullen […]

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