When clover from day to day drips
With thin pencils of ice and rift
With restless frost and itching
Then this be Winter of all times.
When clouds in heavens thicken
And a long arm of lightning
Lights kilometers up and now
Then this be Winter of all times.
When in the nights wherever you lie
In a rich bed or in a bed of sty
All the same with no difference
You will hear the night-wind neigh
And you will hear it sob through door and window chinks
For this be Winter, Winter of all times.
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