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THE CROCUS
Shadow-shapes of skulking wolves along the bluffs,
They prey upon some weakling of the herd. Snow-mottled all the prairie lies,
The sky an ashen gray, the sunlight blurred. Gone, gone are all the hopes that bloomed
In summers past 'neath skies of blue. Lo, see! a crocus in a bed of snow,
Ah, hope of summer blooms anew. |
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