The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
A Thunderstorm in Town She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's…
When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake…
The North Wind Doth Blow The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin…