Thanks, snow. You can go away now.
Thanks, snow. You can go away now.
From Thomas Hardy’s "The Darkling Thrush"
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
From Thomas Hardy’s "The Darkling Thrush"
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
I posted this years ago on FB. I choose it for my first Blue Sky post because, well, no one has jiggled that damn handle.
I posted this years ago on FB. I choose it for my first Blue Sky post because, well, no one has jiggled that damn handle.