The flowers of the witch hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question 'Whither?' Ah, when tot the heart of manWas it ever less than a teasonto go with the drift of things,to yield with a grace to reason,and bow and accept and accept the endof a love or a season?
-Robert Frost
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