"Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind."
"Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow."
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Source: James Russell Lowell (1871). “The poetical works of James Russell Lowell”, p.98
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