Single Malts - and other odd Musings

’T is winter, and we knew of old

In the Wood
Herbert Edwin Clarke (b. 1852)   









































       
Let us ride on! The wind is cold,—
  Let us ride on—ride fast!—
’T is winter, and we knew of old
  That love could never last
Without the summer and the sun!—
    Let us ride on!



    

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