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THE THROSTLE
'Summer is coming, summer is coming,
I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again!'
Yes, my wild little Poet.
Sing the new year in under the blue,
Last year you sang it as gladly.
'New, new, new, new!' Is it then _so_ new
That you should carol so madly?
'Love again, song again, nest again, young again,'--
Never a prophet so crazy!
And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend;
See, there is hardly a daisy.
'Here again, here, here, here, happy year!'
O warble unchidden, unbidden!
Summer is coming, is coming, my dear,
And all the winters are hidden.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.1889
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
~Ada Louise Huxtable
The gesture of a nose tap, in Britain, means secrecy or confidentiality. In Italy, a tap to the nose signifies a friendly warning.
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