16 Quotes by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs – and that is all.

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago – Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.

All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.