One Swallow Does Not Make a Summer

.... The jackdaws are sad in the evening, but the willow pond is fresh and tender. If you don't have hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world... .... My heart is broken, my tears are hard to hold back, and I miss the little red building again. Love and knowledge have been blocked by the mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free... ............. One swallow does not make a summer.............