"And, just for good measure, here are a handful of runners up: For now the seventh summer carries you, A wanderer, across the lands and waters."

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This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.

— Charlotte Bronte