Spring…
My youngest sister as well as the oldest
Thou — but a mere child thyself,
art the mother of each beginning…
So naive and innocent! Why art thee so persistent?
To birth anew what I hath avenged,
what hath deserved to die?
Spring…
My youngest sister as well as the oldest
Thou — but a mere child thyself,
art the mother of each beginning…
So naive and innocent! Why art thee so persistent?
To birth anew what I hath avenged,
what hath deserved to die?