The sun need not be timid:
We’d welcome her, today.
But very few there’ve ever been
Who deign to come this way —
The snow is fresh-layed on the ground,
The river yield its mist,
And we have naught to do today,
But simply to
Persist
Other People's Feelings
The sun need not be timid:
We’d welcome her, today.
But very few there’ve ever been
Who deign to come this way —
The snow is fresh-layed on the ground,
The river yield its mist,
And we have naught to do today,
But simply to
Persist