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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRST WINTER SONG, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Take my tidings! Last Line: Take my tidings! | |||
Take my tidings! Stags contend; Snows descend-- Summer's end! A chill wind raging; The sun low keeping; Swift to set O'er seas high sweeping. Dull red the fern; Shapes are shadows; Wild geese mourn O'er misty meadows. Keen cold limes Each weaker wing. Icy times-- Such I sing! Take my tidings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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