In the depth of winter, I finally learned that
within me there lay an invincible summer.
I know I am but summer to your heart,
and not the full four seasons of the year.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
Humbert Wolfe
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