In Winter

The Richest Stones written by William Henry Davies

From "Ambition", 1929

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The cold, ice-sucking Wind has gone,
   The air breathes quietly;
The Rain has come, as warm as spray
   That sprinkles ships at sea.

And I remember how I woke,
   Before my time to rise,
And heard a Robin and a Thrush
   Cheering the winter skies.

Now when my Summer fails to shine,
   And skies are cold and grey -
I'll let my Memory warm her hands
   At this fine winter's day.

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