“Oh, write of me, not ''Died in bitter pains,'' but ''Emigrated to another star!''”
“O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.”
“Oh, write of me, not ''Died in bitter pains,'' but ''Emigrated to another star!''”
“O suns and skies and clouds of June, and flowers of June together. Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.”