
Past, Future glimpse and fade
Through some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale,
Some far blue fell;
And sympathies, how frail;
In sound and smell!
- Early Spring, Alfred Lord Tennyson

Past, Future glimpse and fade
Through some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale,
Some far blue fell;
And sympathies, how frail;
In sound and smell!
- Early Spring, Alfred Lord Tennyson