“ Like a beautiful face with a gathering frown. 'Tis true we all know that summer must go,— That the swallow will never stay long in our eaves; Yet we'd rather be watching the wild rose blow, Than be counting the colours of Autumn leaves. ”
“ Like a beautiful face with a gathering frown. 'Tis true we all know that summer must go,— That the swallow will never stay long in our eaves; Yet we'd rather be watching the wild rose blow, Than be counting the colours of Autumn leaves. ”
