Poetry – Work Without Hope

IMG_0858All Nature seems at work.  Slugs leave their lair –

The bees are stirring – birds on the wing –

And Winter slumbering in the open air

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

–Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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