Wednesday 22 December 2010
Ossian (last)
Why do you awaken me, spring wind? You stroke and say: "I carry dew from the sky! But near is the time of me death: next is the storm which will throw all my leaves to the ground. Tomorrow the traveller will come here, he will come who saw me in my beauty, his eyes will look for me all around in the fields, but he won't find me.
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Oh it's not death you see at this time - but merely a death-like slumber.
ReplyDeleteWho wants to be awake through all those drab winter months? Far better to shed ones cares, settled down and sleep until Spring time warmth starts the juices flowing once more.