Thursday, November 7, 2024

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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