May 01, 2012
O, look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow;
He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know.
And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine–
Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
--from The May Queen, Alfred Tennyson, 1842
Posted by JD Hull at May 1, 2012 11:49 PM
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