Deck the Season



Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
    But grief returns with the revolving year.
The airs and streams renew their joyous tone;
    The ants, the bees, the swallows, re-appear;
    Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Season's bier;

-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
Adonais







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