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Bitter for Sweet

Summer is gone with all its roses,
Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
Its warm air and refreshing showers:
And even Autumn closes.
 
Yea, Autumn’s chilly self is going,
And winter comes which is yet colder;
Each day the hoar—frost waxes bolder,
And the last buds cease blowing.

Altre opere di Christina Georgina Rossetti...



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