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Title: Delight
Author: John Freeman [ More Titles by Freeman]
Winter is fallen On the wretched grass, Dark winds have stolen All the colour that was. No leaf shivers: The bare boughs bend and creak as the wind moans by Fled is the fitful gleam of brightness From the stooping sky. A robin scatters Like bright rain his song, Of merry matters The sparrows gossip long. Snow in the sky Lingers, soon to cover the world with white, And hush the slender enchanting music And chill the delight. But snow new fallen On the stiffened grass Gives back beauty stolen By the winds as they pass:-- Turns the climbing hedge Into a gleaming ladder of frozen light: And hark, in the cold enchanted silence A cry of delight!
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