Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.
John KeatsYou are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
John KeatsWhere are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.
John KeatsYou are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
John Keats