Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Coming Of Winter Comments
Rating: ★2.8
Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling;
A shadow falleth southward day by day;
Sad summers arms grow cold; his fire is falling;
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7/23/2025 5:05:29 AM # 1.0.0
It is the voice and shadow of the slayer, Slayer of loves, sweet world, slayer of dreams; Make sad thy voice with sombre plaint and prayer; Make gray thy woods, and darken all they streams. A very fine poem. tony