Tag: Seasons
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BIDDY – To the Coming Flowers
Awake, dear sleepers, from your wintry tombs; The sun has turned the point of Capricorn, And ‘gins to pluck from Winter’s wings the plumes Of darkness, and to wind his silver horn For your return. Come to your homes, forlorn In absence of your odours and your faces; Like Rachel weeps for you the reaved […]
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