Already the ripening barberries are red,
And the old asters hardly breathe in their beds.
Whoever is not rich now that summer goes
will wait, and wait, and never be himself.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
And the old asters hardly breathe in their beds.
Whoever is not rich now that summer goes
will wait, and wait, and never be himself.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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| Edward Burne-Jones - Dorigen of Britain Waiting |
