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Lord Afred Douglas Poems

The Sin was mine; I did not understand.
So now is the music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
And in the withered hollow of this land
Hat Summer dug herself so deep a grave,
That hardley can the leaden willow crave
One silver blossom from keen Winter’s hand. - Lord Douglas

Vivaldi - Four Seasons (Winter) 1988

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