. Rhymes of the stream and forest. nVinter s SIoav Retreat To one who walks alone in early SpringAmong the trees where falls a dreary rain,By hidden paths where sheltered drifts remain, Slow melting snows of Winter, lingering, Midst happier thoughts, some notes of sadnessringTheir measured cadence, leaving in their trainA sense of sorrow, sorrow fraught with pain Soul-felt, that passing, leaves no after-sting. The leaves in sodden mass beneath the feet,No sound the footfall makes, while every-whereThe drifting raindrops fall with whisperedbeat,With still a feel of snow, within the air,A chill

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. Rhymes of the stream and forest. nVinter s SIoav Retreat To one who walks alone in early SpringAmong the trees where falls a dreary rain,By hidden paths where sheltered drifts remain, Slow melting snows of Winter, lingering, Midst happier thoughts, some notes of sadnessringTheir measured cadence, leaving in their trainA sense of sorrow, sorrow fraught with pain Soul-felt, that passing, leaves no after-sting. The leaves in sodden mass beneath the feet,No sound the footfall makes, while every-whereThe drifting raindrops fall with whisperedbeat,With still a feel of snow, within the air,A chill that tells of Winters slow retreat,And yet the breath of Spring still greets usthere. 33.

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