  Illustrated W Wintry winds are calling, Whereso'er I go; Dismally is falling, The melancholy snow! Birds from off the bough, Long have taken flight; There is no singing now, And scant sunlight. I weary for the old days, When all the world looked gay; These are the cold days,— Summer hath fled away! Love and peace and gladness, Stayed a little space; Solitude and sadness Meet me in their place. Love passed idly by, Soon was gladness flown; Peace was last to fly,— I am alone! And I weary for the old days, And those who would not stay; These are the cold days,— Summer hath fled away! woman gathering branches in snow Heart! hast thou a reason Thus to throb and yearn In the wintry season? Why should he return In the wintry hours? 'Tis too late to gain One who mid the flowers Would not remain. And I weary for the old days, And one who would not stay; These are the cold days,— Summer hath fled away! decoration |
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