by Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928)

Winter is white on turf and tree
Language: English 
Winter is white on turf and tree,
And birds are fled;
But summer songsters pipe to me,
And petals spread,
For what I dreamt of secretly
His lips have said!

O 'tis a fine May morn, they say,
And blooms have blown;
But wild and wintry is my day,
My birds make moan;
For he who vowed leaves me to pay
Alone -- alone!

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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-17
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