The Sisters' Tragedy by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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page 33 of 62 (53%)
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NO SONGS IN WINTER
The sky is gray as gray may be, There is no bird upon the bough, There is no leaf on vine or tree. In the Neponset marshes now Willow-stems, rosy in the wind, Shiver with hidden sense of snow. So too 'tis winter in my mind, No light-winged fancy comes and stays: A season churlish and unkind. Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days, The black ink crusts upon the pen-- Just wait till bluebirds, wrens, and jays And golden orioles come again! "LIKE CRUSOE, WALKING BY THE LONELY STRAND" Like Crusoe, walking by the lonely strand And seeing a human footprint on the sand, Have I this day been startled, finding here, Set in brown mould and delicately clear, Spring's footprint--the first crocus of the year! O sweet invasion! Farewell solitude! |
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