Tag: traditional poetry
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Remembering Spring Before a Winter’s Heart Cries Nevermore: An Ode to William Wadsworth by Edward Ziegler
The sun will always rise to fallLike a thousand times before,To shine on lamb white meadowsAnd caress the morning shore. And robins will always return to sing,Winging valleys aflame with greenWhen their melody breaks the April mistsAnd rosebuds can be seen. And blossoms will always burst with joy,With a hue…