Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
William WordsworthIt is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.
William Wordsworth'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
William Wordsworth