Part Four
Summer
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo's calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.
Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples' dropping,
When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all winds go sighing
For sweet things dying.
- A Dirge; Christina Rossetti
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Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)
FanfictionThey say things in life happen for a reason. Every little sway of the wind has purpose flowing inside it. But it seems reason took a day off when creating you. Especially when deciding to send you a cardboard box marked only with 'To ____ ____'. Th...
