No Songs In Winter

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Title:     No Songs In Winter
Author: Thomas Bailey Aldrich [More Titles by Aldrich]

The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.

In the Neponset marshes now
Willow-stems, rosy in the wind,
Shiver with hidden sense of snow.

So too 'tis winter in my mind,
No light-winged fancy comes and stays:
A season churlish and unkind.

Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days,
The black ink crusts upon the pen--
Just wait till bluebirds, wrens, and jays
And golden orioles come again!

[The end]
Thomas Bailey Aldrich's poem: No Songs In Winter

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