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Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again / The twitter of the bluebird and the wren; / Leaves ever greener growing, and the shine / Of Summer's sun -- not thine. --
Thy sun, which mocks our need of warmth and love / And all the heartening fervencies thereof, / It scarce hath heat enow to warm our thin / Pathetic yearnings in.
So get thee from us! We are cold, God wot, / Even as _thou_ art. -- We remember not / How blithe we hailed thy coming. -- That was O / Too long -- too long ago!
Get from us utterly! Ho! Summer then / Shall spread her grasses where thy snows have been, / And thy last icy footprint melt and mold / In her first marigold.