February

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February

A FEW tossed thrushes save

That carolled less than cried

Against the dying rave

And moan that never died,

No bird sang then; no thorn,

No tree was green beside

Them only never shorn --

The few by all the winds

And chill mutations born

Of Winter's many minds

Abused and whipt in vain --

Swarth yew and ivy kinds

And iron breeds germane.

Title
February
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greatwar_hodgson016
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