Burnt Norton (no. 1 of ‘Four Quartets’), by T. S. Eliot
Because of this:
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Also, because it makes me think of Eastertime; it seems to be tradition for various people on the internet (I’m lookin’ at you,
Mel &
Rachel) to post the
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