O Winter Sun
Drag you along, tearfully
With unending doubt
Twill dry, each print, as the last
Day-stepping, wetted.
O Winter sun! For your mood
No high leapt greetings
Attractive-faced, brushed on past.
Nor those, stem-lifted!
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