Happiness Makes Up in Height for What It Lacks in Length<\/p>\n
Oh, stormy stormy world,
\nThe days you were not swirled
\nAround with mist and cloud,
\nOr wrapped as in a shroud,
\nAnd the sun’s brilliant ball
\nWas not in part or all
\nObscured from mortal view\u2014
\nWere days so very few
\nI can but wonder whence
\nI get the lasting sense
\nOf so much warmth and light.
\nIf my mistrust is right
\nIt may be altogether
\nFrom one day’s perfect weather,
\nWhen starting clear at dawn,
\nThe day swept clearly on
\nTo finish clear at eve.
\nI verily believe
\nMy fair impression may
\nBe all from that one day
\nNo shadow crossed but ours
\nAs through its blazing flowers
\nWe went from house to wood
\nFor change of solitude. <\/p>\n
~~ Robert Frost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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