Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt JacksonThe goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Helen Hunt JacksonGreat loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt JacksonThe goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Helen Hunt Jackson