The Cold Season
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wind ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ rose ¦¦¦¦
Cold rain ¦¦¦¦¦ sweet grass ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ clouds like ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Grey skies ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Nought warm ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ was,
Nought ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ hair ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ phantom, forlorn,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ghost ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ face ¦¦¦¦
Cold wind ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ voice ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ tears ¦¦¦¦¦ my heart ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦
Silence ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of November by William Cullen Bryant)
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