Bare Ruined Choirs
I was never a fan of Shakespeare in my high school English class. Couldn't understand what all the fuss was about and thought perhaps even a bit pretentious. However, when I was looking for something to write along with this image, I came across a verse, which sums it up pretty well:
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang …"
Bare Ruined Choirs
I was never a fan of Shakespeare in my high school English class. Couldn't understand what all the fuss was about and thought perhaps even a bit pretentious. However, when I was looking for something to write along with this image, I came across a verse, which sums it up pretty well:
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang …"