The Plaint Human
Season of snows, and season of flowers, Seasons of loss and gain! - Since grief and joy must alike be ours, Why do we still complain? Ever our failing, from sun to sun, O my intolerent brother: - We want just a little too little of one, And much too much of the other.
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"Season of snows, and season of flowers,..."
This evocative piece by James Whitcomb Riley, titled "The Plaint Human", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...