quote:Originally posted by dear Inda:
...
Your sun has fired the evening of mine Autumn,
Your lucent rainbow spans o'er the cloudy throngs,
My spirit wakes, and I smile at the woes that brought them
And all their withered wrongs.
Now soft my landscape blooms 'neath the evening amber,
And colours wed in harmony of delights,
While jewels drop from the blossoms and buds that clamber
Towards the tree-top heights.
...
Cyril Scott