Few bells
toll for trees and high grass
Hinder
winter, and soil the ground
Appease and
recoil delight, and in the night
Leaf cast
shadow to the ground
Winter
pursed with fierce bloom
Grunter,
hunt her two howls of sound
Ruptured
dead with it naught today, and with delay
The leaf
cast shadow to the ground
H.E
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