Monday, May 26, 2008

Dawn 1939

"My friends the hills, the sea, the sun,
The winds, the woods, the clouds, the trees –
How feebly, if my youth were done,
Could I, an old man, relish these!
With laughter then, I’ll go to greet
What fate has still in store for me…”

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