Its a landscape of despondency.
Overspread, heart-reflective
Of snow of sorrowing's afterglow.
Heart-deep, of unthawed woe.
Its Winter's place. One where, without peace
Bride's banishment hangs among
Its whining, its wailing; through trees stripped.
Long prospects in green ripped.
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