Winter hath tyrannized and tortured with weather
So cold, so abrupt and so cruel.
The sparrow hath not sung, hath shown not one feather,
One shirks at the thought of a pool.
The chill and the frost, thinketh itself clever
Whilst children gawk through the casement.
Have we been betrayed
Perhaps Spring hath been slain
Perhaps it does hideth in my basement.
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