In The Bosky Wood
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the bosky wood
the feast of spring
is far now:
now too far
winter has just begun
and long days of frost await
and tempests threaten nights
cold the streets; rain
the blinding of the stars;
mists rising to strange lights.
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