No Songs In Winter
The sky is gray as gray may be, There is no bird upon the bough, There is no leaf on vine or tree. In the Neponset marshes now Willow-stems, rosy in the wind, Shiver with hidden sense of snow. So too 'tis winter in my mind, No light-winged fancy comes and stays: A season churlish and unkind. Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days, The black ink crusts upon the pen-- Just wait till bluebirds, wrens, and jays And golden orioles come again!
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"The sky is gray as gray may be,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Bailey Aldrich delivers a powerful performance in "No Songs In Winter"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...