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THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR by THOMAS HARDY

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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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