Winter Sun

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Title:     Winter Sun
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were hemlocks heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.

The hills were shining in their samite,
Fold after fold they flowed away;
"Let come what may," your eyes were saying,
"At least we two have had to-day."

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Winter Sun

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