Winter
Earth is cold; Last leaves shiver on the oak; Winter clutches tight his cloak; He is old, . cInd his beard is withered white — dls the snow, his failing sight Has the dimness of grey night In mvist’s fold. Errant winds go searching by; Chilled birds flash against 'the sky, Hungry, bold. Earth is wan; Bué sap tingles in the roots, ITere and there are sticky shools,. And there shone Once-or was tt just a dream?In the East a primrose gleam; There are violets, too. . .« . ?Twould seem Rest is gone. Ere his grim heart skips a beat Hinter’s frail, frost-bitten fect ITurry on.
Ginger
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Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 52, 10 July 1931, Unnumbered Page
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104Winter Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 52, 10 July 1931, Unnumbered Page
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