Winter (EM) - by
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
many a summer dies. The swan
on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
many a summer dies. The swan
on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
The kintra sleeps in haar frae morn till nicht;
An, gin the sun keeks throwe, ’tis wi a face
Blae, peely-wally roon, as tho meenlicht
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