The Foresters
Friends,
I am only merry for an hour or two
Upon a birthday: if this life of ours
Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry
Because a year of it is gone? but Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come
Whispering ‘It will be happier;’ and old faces
Press round us, and warm hands close with warm hands,
And thro’ the blood the wine leaps to the brain
Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots
New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock’d
Sings a new song to the new year — and you,
Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed.
Alfred Tennyson
10 comments on “Threshold ~”
Comments are closed.
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: THRESHOLD | The Adventures of Iñigo Boy
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold (Me) | What's (in) the picture?
Cool post! 🙂
http://psychosomaticallyinlove.wordpress.com/2014/04/05/weekly-photo-challenge-threshold/
LikeLike
Yours is impressive. 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | Nola Roots, Texas Heart
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | Through the Eye of Bastet
nice 🙂
LikeLike
Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold – 2 | Through the Eye of Bastet
Love the way the branches twist together.
LikeLike