Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Winter Evening in the City

An Evening the words of William Wordsworth.
How true they ring in my soul on this quiet winter evening in the city.

When from our better selves we have too long

Been parted by the hurrying world,

And droop, sick of its business, of its pleasures tired

How gracious, how benign is Solitude. 

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