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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
THE WINTRY HEART
On the sad winter trees
The dead, red leaves remain,
Tho' to and fro the bleak winds blow,
And falls the freezing rain.
The dead, red leaves remain,
Tho' to and fro the bleak winds blow,
And falls the freezing rain.
So to the wintry heart
Clings color of the past,
While through dead leaves shudders and grieves
The melancholy blast.
Clings color of the past,
While through dead leaves shudders and grieves
The melancholy blast.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |