Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.
Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.
What care the Dead for Winter?
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of Cathedral tunes.
A Chill came up as from a shaft
Our noon became a well
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
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