上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: Desespoir

The seasons send their ruin as they go,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For in the spring the narciss shows its head

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And in the autumn purple violets blow,

And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow;

Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again

And this grey land grow green with summer rain

And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night

Covers the days which never more return?

Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn

We lose too soon, and only find delight

In withered husks of some dead memory.