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DECEMBER.
The crafty wind
Doth now unbind
The giant of the winter blind.
With cold slow breath
A curse he saith,
And softly wraps the earth with death.
Doth now unbind
The giant of the winter blind.
With cold slow breath
A curse he saith,
And softly wraps the earth with death.
The hills make moan.
The birds are flown.
The leaves on barren graves are strewn.
Or hanging sere
They mock and leer,—
The charnel spirits of the year.
The birds are flown.
The leaves on barren graves are strewn.
Or hanging sere
They mock and leer,—
The charnel spirits of the year.
And thus we die.
Our hopes are high;—
But Time shall turn his wintry sky.
O bliss! O grief!
To be a leaf,
And flutter for a moment brief!
Our hopes are high;—
But Time shall turn his wintry sky.
O bliss! O grief!
To be a leaf,
And flutter for a moment brief!
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