Sonnet Xviii - How Dark Those Days In Winter's Cruel Grasp Comments
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How dark those days in winter's cruel grasp With trees bereft of leaf or bud on bough The icy wind doth all my heart so clasp To steal my breath, then frosted lips endow
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