Summer Evening

β€˜I Know Not How It Falls On Me’ I know not how it falls on me,This summer evening, hushed and lone;Yet the faint wind comes soothinglyWith something of an olden tone. Forgive me if I’ve shunned so longYour gentle greeting, earth and air!But sorrow withers even the strong,And who can fight against despair? Emily BrontΓ«… Read More Summer Evening