Joy and sorrow

[Richard]

Sullen skies today,
Sunny skies tomorrow;
November steals from May,
And May from her doth borrow;
Griefs-Joys-in Time's strange dance
Interchangeably advance;
The sweetest joys that come to us
Come sweeter for past sorrow.
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--Aubrey De Vere
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I just started a book about flying the B-17 and each chapter is preceded by poetic verse. The verse is especially poignant to the stories which follow. Following this verse is a story you just have to read. It's from the book, A Mighty Fortress, by Charles Alling.​

 

[terzap]

Sounds like a book I'll have to check out.

terry