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TO WINTER. 297
TO WINTER.
Farewell, Winter! if we ever
Meet again as we have met, I will strive, at thy departure,
Tp have nothing to regret.
Farewell, Winter ! thou hast left us, But we will not mourn thy flight;
Long and dark have been thy tempests, Cold and frequent, day and night.
Ah! thine hours were long and heavy,— How they bore the spirit down !
Winter,—fearful, dismal Winter,— We rejoice to find thee gone ! •
Springes poming, and we fancy She will strew our way with flowers;
Long lave we been sweetly dreaming Of her bright and sunny bowers !
If I tarry through the summer,
I will be prepared to meet All thy dread, returning darkness,
Angry winds and stormy sleet.
Farewell, Winter! if we ever
Meet again as we have met, I will strive, at thy departure,
To have nothing to regret. |
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