Morning rain on Wei's city
Falls in the soft dust.
Green. The courtyard willows.
Green leaves. The newest.
But you must drink deeper.
Again, one more cup?
Out west where you go
What friendship there?
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He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet,
though he has never written a line in all his life.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
If all the year was summer-time,
And all the aim of life
Was just to lilt on like a rhyme -
Then I would be your wife.
If all the days were August days,
And crowned with golden weather,