Saturday, January 29, 2011

Where the north winds blow...





























A lonely fir-tree standeth
On a height where north winds blow ;
It sleepeth, with whitened garment,
Enshrouded by ice and snow.



From the poem: The Fir-Tree and The Palm
By: Heinrich Heine 

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