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Constancy You knew me fragrant with bee-buzzing blossom plump with rising juice; and then, when summer crowded my rustling dress to dance me gaily with the scudding clouds. You knew me when autumn's decline stripped each leaf and shrivelled sap. And now, in winter's frozen waste, holding brittle endurance, you know me still. Should spring come late, or not at all, enduring all this long bitterness, you will not falter. Next | Random | Faces of Love | Home © G.B.Savage 1999Please do not use without my permission gbs@tirralirra.com |
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