The resolute white of
Cranes' wings in flight
Strike! the battleship-
Steel-grey sky, and
Slash the seamless, fog-drawn dawn;
A brilliance, bright as the
Summer's Sun
All calls to mind, how even now,
In darkest November,
When exhaustion pulls
Me back to slumber—
The sweetness of dreams,
(When all of mine have
Come undone,)
It's not yet time to
Give in, nor give up,
There's promises waiting,
Like bulbs under frost;
If I can hold on
Through long Winter's dark,
At the end of this season,
A new Spring will come.
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