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[Making morning-mirth]
Making morning-mirth
Larks were singing loud
Over flowery earth,
Under shining cloud;
Golden-haired and gay
Started on his way
The laughing lad;
Time lay bright before,
And a branch he bore
With blossoms clad.
Larks were singing loud
Over flowery earth,
Under shining cloud;
Golden-haired and gay
Started on his way
The laughing lad;
Time lay bright before,
And a branch he bore
With blossoms clad.
O'er the wintry wold
Fell the twilight snow;
Homeward, hoarse and cold,
Flapped the famished crow.
Haggard, frail, forlorn,
On his rugged thorn
The grey-beard bent;
Night before him lay;
No star gleamed; the way
No further went.
Fell the twilight snow;
Homeward, hoarse and cold,
Flapped the famished crow.
Haggard, frail, forlorn,
On his rugged thorn
The grey-beard bent;
Night before him lay;
No star gleamed; the way
No further went.
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