Winter Song Poem by George MacDonald

Winter Song



They were parted then at last?
Was it duty, or force, or fate?
Or did a worldly blast
Blow-to the meeting-gate?

An old, short story is this!
A glance, a trembling, a sigh,
A gaze in the eyes, a kiss-
Why will it not go by!

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,kiss
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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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