THE HUMAN SEASONS Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; He has his Summer, when luxuriously His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, John Keats (1795-1821) |
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THE HUMAN SEASONS Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; He has his Summer, when luxuriously His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, John Keats (1795-1821) |