
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold;
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
(Sonnet 73)
Truth, Goodness, and Beauty - Marian Chivalry, Pro Christo et Ecclesia - Christo-centric Curmudgeonism - Domine, ad quem ibimus?
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