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Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
When wintry winds are no more heard, And joyТs in every bosom, When summer sings in every bird, And shines in every blossom, When happy twilight hours are long, Come home, my love, and think no wrong! When berries gleam above the stream And half the fields are yellow, Come back to me, my joyous dream, The world hath not thy fellow! And I will make thee Queen among The Queens of summer and of song.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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