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Show The Four Seasons. (Munsey's Magazine.) Deep hush; the sky a glare of red; Dim distances of heat; And, oh, how drags the silent tread Of Time's relentless feet! Bleak gusts adown adorn a sodden sky; The drip of freezing rain; Gloom-saddened dreams of years gone by. And lonely days again. Snow-glinted nights, and whiter days That hasten to their end; Mute longing in a heart that prays The solace of a friend. Moist winds astir in azure skies; Green hints against the gray; And. oh, the dream of those dear eyes That do not smile today! |