Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
From Our share of night to bear, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Catégorie : english
Somebody bring the light
Dying! Dying in the night!
Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?
From Dying! Dying in the night!, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
In winter with warm tears I’ll melt the snow
Shakespeare
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face.
Still the dark forest
Reindeer are coming to drive you away,
Over the snow on an ebony sleigh,
Over the mountain and over the sea
You shall go happy, and handsome and free.
That’s the season to be young
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue !
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