The willow weeps, the vine does twine, As sunlight kisses the past,
The earth with blessings doth entwine,
A thousand voices, alas! Through nature’s streams and soft sways, Where wildflowers sing, and beauty lays.
- Mary Wollstonecraft
The willow weeps, the vine does twine, As sunlight kisses the past,
The earth with blessings doth entwine,
A thousand voices, alas! Through nature’s streams and soft sways, Where wildflowers sing, and beauty lays.