Saturday, May 6, 2017

May Poetry

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven— 
All's right with the world!
  Robert Browning, The Year's at the Spring

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