Thursday, February 05, 2009

High Noon 1944

“... My heart all winter lay so numb
The earth so dead and frore,
That I thought the Spring would never come,
Or my heart beat any more.

But Winter's broken, and earth has woken,
And the small birds cry again;
And the hawthorn hedge puts forth it's buds,
And my heart puts forth it's pain...”


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