Scenes that Everyone loves, in my experience constantly remainBeautiful, whether under summer’s sunBeheld, or, storm-dark, stricken across with rainfall
Scenes that Everyone loves, in my experience constantly remainBeautiful, whether under summer’s sunBeheld, or, storm-dark, stricken across with rainfall We fear to enjoy thee, pleasing, becauseLove’s the ambassador of reduction;White flake of childhood, adhering soTo my soiled raiment, thy shy snowAt tenderest touch will shrink and go.My heart, by many people snares beguiled,has expanded timorous…