We felt it; you and I.
Love's warming, unwarned of
Day's cold heart within.
Were subdued, and knew it!
As through its angels' waft
Of likely conveying.
Voices that are Winter's
Lost sounds, despairing of
Had, as been, cast out.
With all drab-leafed brooding.
And all that, over thought
Hung doleful throughout.
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