![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFTxU3qW2BoJxwriVbTlfy_pn5kYk845YbN1g-zBxOpdRlqfj8kwT3529IoRcqbQD_wCwuxM29nDDGDq3XWSJrzKPozyDMsPDFhvncq9DiAmNOQOks2XNDHFhGuJMsg-OR13gCjOzCnLs/s400/vnd.jpg)
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globèd peonies.
John Keats
Oh, isn't that just so beautiful. Thank you. I've not read it before.
SvaraRaderaNan,
SvaraRaderaJust found this the other day - I'm always happy when I find quotation that are new to me.
Margaretha
Swoon... gotta love Keats.
SvaraRaderaJodi,
SvaraRaderaYou're right - as always!
Margaretha