In a London Square
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,
East wind and frost are safely gone;
With zephyr mild and balmy rain
The summer comes serenely on;
Earth, air, and sun and skies combine
To promise all that’s kind and fair;—
But thou, O human heart of mine,
Be still, contain thyself, and bear.
December days were brief and chill,
The winds of March were wild and drear,
And, nearing and receding still,
Spring never would, we thought, be here.
The leaves that burst, the suns that shine,
Had, not the less, their certain date;—
And thou, O human heart of mine,
Be still, refrain thyself, and wait.
--Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861)
posted by Ms. Lori @ 8:58 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Hun,
I am OK, and most of my friends are as well - you can imagine what it is like here (after living through 9/11 none of us will ever be the same.) Kisses and hugs to you - will write you soon.
xxxx
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