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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDWINTER, by FRANCES B. HUSTON
First Line: The fugitive seasons of the vanished year
Last Line: This vacant time -- long silence, or brief words.
Subject(s): Winter
First Line: The fugitive seasons of the vanished year
Last Line: This vacant time -- long silence, or brief words.
Subject(s): Winter
The fugitive seasons of the vanished year
Are gone so utterly no shadowy ash
Of the lost summer feels the dissolving lash
Of cold December rains. No pitying fear
Need vex you that of autumn's bright, sweet store
One apple-scented globe should be forgot
On some bare tree in some old orchard lot
Long since abandoned, never entered more
In April when the blossoms heap the bough
Or autumn when the harvesters are come
Laughing, to pluck the multiple bright sum
Of all the year's blithe-heartedness. Now
The squirrels and the winter-starveling birds
Have harvested this last most withered fruit.
No comfort lasts the year. These only suit
This vacant time -- long silence, or brief words.
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