What is so rare as a day in June
Then if ever, come perfect days
Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Whether we look, or whether we listen
We hear life murmur and see it glisten.
(The Vision of Sir Launfal; James Russell Lowell
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The woods are lovely dark & deep & I have promises to keep & miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep