‘Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?’
‘To Autumn’, 23
‘The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone…’
John Keats
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