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“WINTER WILL FOLLOW”
The
heaving roses of the hedge are stirred
By the sweet breath of summer, & the bird
Makes from within his jocund voice be heard.
By the sweet breath of summer, & the bird
Makes from within his jocund voice be heard.
The winds that kiss the roses sweep the sea
Of uncut grass, whose billows rolling free
Half drown the hedges which part lea from lea.
Of uncut grass, whose billows rolling free
Half drown the hedges which part lea from lea.
But soon shall look the wondering roses down
Vpon an empty field cut close and brown,
That lifts no more its hight against their own.
Vpon an empty field cut close and brown,
That lifts no more its hight against their own.
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And in a little while those roses bright,
Leaf after leaf, shall flutter from their hight,
And on the reaped field lie pink and white.
Leaf after leaf, shall flutter from their hight,
And on the reaped field lie pink and white.
And yet again the bird that sings so high
Shall ask the snow for alms with piteous cry,
Take fright in his bewildering bower, and die.
Shall ask the snow for alms with piteous cry,
Take fright in his bewildering bower, and die.
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