A Winter Song

by Mary G. Segar
Merry it is while summer ilast
With foweles song —
But now nigheth windes blast
And weather strong.
Ei, Ei, how this night is long!
And I with well mickle wrong
Sorrow and mourn and fast.
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English
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Short Poems
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