The Norway of the year

Every year when November rolls around I am reminded of the quote above from the great American 19th century poet Emily Dickinson. I probably first read the line during high school when I was going through that adolescent poetry phase. What did she mean ? No one knows for certain. In fact, Dickinson never visited Norway. But still, what a marvelously melancholy mood it conveys.

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