All the Year Round

  “In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love”, so each bard has yearly written to his far-off turtle dove; while ‘tis time in every measure I have noticed those who sing that in fall their burning fancy turns to love the same as spring. And in fact all through the twelvemonth, if his poetry is in his soul, you will always find his fancy under love’s.

c. Sept. 13, ‘09