Quote Of The Day

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Therefore, all seasons shall be sweet to thee,

Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch

Of mossy apple-tree, while the night-thatch

Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall

Heard only in the trances of the blast

Or if the secret ministry of frost

Shall hang them up in silent icicles

Quietly shining to the quiet Moon. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge