IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The Autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true
To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, as though it blew
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Touched my soul, and showed me wisdom, and the meaning of my life, was reflected, in the poem, and i suffer a trancendental change, , .