Winter.
By John Clare
The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge Most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes Rest on each twig and spike of wither'd sedge, Resembling scatter'd feathers;--vainly breaks The pale split sunbeam through the frowning cloud, On Winter's frowns below--from day to day Unmelted still he spreads his hoary shroud, In dithering pride on the pale traveller's way, Who, croodling, hastens from the storm behind Fast gathering deep and black, again to find His cottage-fire and corner's sheltering bounds; Where, haply, such uncomfortable days Make musical the wood-sap's frizzling sounds, And hoarse loud bellows puffing up the blaze.
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