Human Nature and Nature’s Humanity: Snowy Wreaths and Frosty Branches Portray a Poet’s Elderly Friend

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a view of birch trees in the snowA human being would certainly not grow to be seventy or eighty years old if this longevity had no meaning for the species. The afternoon of human life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life’s morning.

Carl Jung

The Silver Locks (1809)
by Felicia Hemans

“addressed to an aged friend”

Though youth may boast the curls that flow
In sunny waves of auburn glow;
As graceful on thy hoary head
Has Time the robe of honor spread,
And there, oh! softly, softly shed
His wreath of snow!

As frost-work on the trees display’d Read more