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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Winter is white on turf and tree
Last Line: Alone - alone!
Subject(s): Seasons
First Line: Winter is white on turf and tree
Last Line: Alone - alone!
Subject(s): Seasons
I
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!
II
O 'tis a fine May morn, they say,
And blooms have blown;
But wild and wintry is my day,
My song-birds moan;
For he who vowed leaves me to pay
Alone - alone!
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