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    A Winter's Tale

    by D.H. Lawrence
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    Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
    And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
    Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
    On towards the pines at the hills' white verge.

    I cannot see her, since the mist's white scarf
    Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
    But she's waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
    Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

    Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
    That she's only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
    The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow--
    Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?
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