A Quote by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Endure Hardness A cold wind stirs the blackthorn To burgeon and to blow, Besprinkling half-green hedges With flakes and sprays of snow. Through coldness and through keenness, Dear hearts, take comfort so: Somewhere or other doubtless These make the blackthorn blow.
Source: Endure Hardness
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