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WINTER COMING
I'm glad we have wood in store awhile,
For soon we must shut the door awhile,
As winterly winds may roar awhile,
And scatter the whirling snow.
For soon we must shut the door awhile,
As winterly winds may roar awhile,
And scatter the whirling snow.
The swallows have now all hied away,
And most of the flowers have died away,
And boughs, with their leaves all dried away,
Are windbeaten to and fro.
And most of the flowers have died away,
And boughs, with their leaves all dried away,
Are windbeaten to and fro.
Your walks in the ashtree droves are cold,
Your banks in the timber'd groves are cold,
Your seats on the garden coves are cold,
Where sunheat did lately glow.
Your banks in the timber'd groves are cold,
Your seats on the garden coves are cold,
Where sunheat did lately glow.
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No rosebud is blooming red to-day,
No pink for your breast or head to-day,
O'erhanging the garden bed to-day,
Is nodding its sweet head low.
No pink for your breast or head to-day,
O'erhanging the garden bed to-day,
Is nodding its sweet head low.
No more is the swinging lark above,
And air overclouded dark above,
So baffles the sun's last spark above,
That shadows no longer show.
And air overclouded dark above,
So baffles the sun's last spark above,
That shadows no longer show.
So now let your warm cheek bloom to-night,
While fireflames heat the room to-night,
Dispelling the flickering gloom to-night,
While winds of the winter blow.
While fireflames heat the room to-night,
Dispelling the flickering gloom to-night,
While winds of the winter blow.
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