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Beside the drift bound wind mill A pearly shadow plays In tones of tender violet, And vague, elusive grays. BESIDE THE DRIFT BOUND WINDMILL A PEARLY SHADOW PLAYS IN TONES OF TENDER VIOLET AND VAGUE ELUSIVE GRAYS
slender Little leafless twigs and branches with a glory without name! O, I know the year is going! Neither reaping-time nor sowing Will restore the tender beauty of its blossoms that are dead: Yet I cherish all their sweetness In the ripeness and completeness Of the gold and crimson fruitage that my heart has harvested. _WHEREFORE WINGS?_ Heigho, sparrow! Reckless of the rain; When chill the cheerless wind grows, Chirping might and main! Is it naught, then, when the rose Blows again? Beating, sleeting on your draggled coat! Surely, ’tis enough to drown Any happy note Nestling in that downy brown Little throat. Ah me, sparrow! Had I but your power, Think you in the freezing sleet I would waste an hour? —I’d sing my sweetest to a sweet Orange flower! _WINTRY TINTS_ The sky is like an opal, And the horizon’s ring Is yellow, like a band of gold, To hold so rich a thing. The wheat-fields are as fleecy As any cloud that blows, But tawny tufts of standing corn Prick lightly through the snows.  WINTRY TINTS BY EVELEEN STEIN RED FOR LIBRY VOXTA ORG BY DANA TRAY MY MAGIC BOOKSHELF DOT BLOG SPOT DA KHAN THE SKY IS LIKE AN OPAL AND THE HORIZON'S RING IS YELLOW LIKE A BAND OF GOLD TO HOLD SO RICH A THING THE WHEAT FIELDS ARE AS FLEECY AS ANY CLOUD THAT BLOWS BUT TAWNY TUFTS OF STANDING CORN PRICK LIGHTLY THROUGH THE SNOWS
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