Friday, January 8, 2010

Every winter

"Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay--
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses. "

--Charles Kingsley in Saint's Tragedy (Act III, Scene 1)