Quote by Celia Thaxter


O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.


O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The

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