Every Winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

He did not know that a keeper is only a poacher turned outside in, and a poacher a keeper turned inside out.

Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade