In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth,
But in the grave non stirs his head;
Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.
“At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.”
Rebecca West | Black Lamb and Grey Falcon