Garlands Quotes

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.