At last came the golden month of the wild folk honey-sweet May. When the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.
Samuel Scoville Jr.
Beeldspreuken
Beeldspreuken
At last came the golden month of the wild folk honey-sweet May. When the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.