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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where does the Winter go?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There goes the Winter, sulkily slinking<br>Somewhere behind the trees on the hill.<br>He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinking<br>In green before her mirror---the rill.<br>And he turned away<br>With his face quite grey,<br>And he went without ever a glance behind him<br>But I want to know<br>Which way does he go,<br>And does anyone ever try to find him?<br>Is he caught to the sky in a burst of thunder<br>And tucked away in the clouds to sleep?<br>Or does he go down to the sea, I wonder,<br>And fling himself out where the waves roll deep?<br>Is he washed ashore<br>After tossings sore,<br>And found by some fisherman, pale and dying?<br>On some lonely beach<br>Beyond human reach<br>Still and stark is poor Winter lying?<br>Or climbs he up, with his grey head drooping,<br>Yon purple mountain that hides the sun,<br>And stooping and rising, rising and stooping,<br>Digs a grave where never was one?<br>And then lies down<br>In his grey, pale gown<br>A prayer on his lips, and his hands together?<br>&quot;What tears will they shed<br>Because I am dead?<br>They will dance on my grave all the bright Spring weather.&quot;<br>Oh! Winter, Winter, my tears are falling,<br>Are you glad of the tears of a little child?<br>Though Spring is abroad and calling, calling,<br>I cling to the edge of your cloak so wild.<br>And I kiss your hand<br>And I understand,<br>And I smooth your proor grey head, low-lying,<br>Ah! I cannot sing<br>Just yet with the Spring<br>While Winter, Winter, is pale and dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ethel+Turner">Ethel Turner</a><div class=q>
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Somewhere behind the trees on the hill.
He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinking
In green before her mirror---the rill.
And he turned away
With his face quite grey,
And he went without ever a glance behin..."></div>
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