And once again, it is time for my favorite lines from my favorite spring poem.
"Hounds of Spring" from Atalanta in Calydon by Algernon Charles Swinburne.
For winter''s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover,
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Lovely lovely post. Seeing these pictures gives me some sense of relief that spring is on its way (even if it doesn't feel like it yet haha).ReplyDelete