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Littell's Living Age/Volume 136/Issue 1763/Before the Snow

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Before the Snow
After Albert Glatigny

Winter is on us, but not yet the snow;
     The hills are etched on the horizon, bare,
     The skies are iron grey, a bitter air,
With meagre clouds that shudder as they go;
One yellow leaf the listless wind doth blow
     Like some new butterfly, unclassed and rare;
     Your footsteps ring in frozen alleys, where
The black trees seem to shiver as you go.

Beyond lie church and steeple, and their old
     And rusty vanes that rattle as they veer —
     A sharper gust would shock them from their hold.
     Yet up that path, in Maytime of the year,
And past that dreary ruined tower we strolled
     To pluck wild strawberries with summer cheer!