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WINTER DAY, by                    
First Line: This morning not one beam cleaves the cloud-blind
Last Line: Then ponder on sleep and dark funerëal!
Subject(s): Grief; Soul; Winter; Sorrow; Sadness


THIS morning not one beam cleaves the cloud-blind,
The laggard sun upsurges with sealed eye,
And mine own gaze is dull with apathy;
With the dim hour, O Soul, content thy mind!

Dead stars fade out like sparks upon the wind
Blown from the smithy, and night's blossoms die;
I sink in mine own sorrow utterly;
Come, ponder, O Soul, the dark hours left behind!

Night's angels now draw down their sombre pall;
They will not hang their lanterns on the steep.
Think of the tearless crowds that deathward creep,
Of shrines where now no human footsteps fall!
Thou art but a grave, O Soul, a dusty heap;
Then ponder on sleep and dark funerëal!





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