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Trees In Winter
05:11
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PINE TREES
Black clouds slowly swaying
Over a white earth.
HEMLOCKS
Coned green shadows
Through a falling veil.
Elm -TREES
Stiff black threads
Lacing over silver.
CEDARS
Layered undulations
Roofing naked ground.
ALMONDS
Flaring needles
Stabbing at a grey sky.
WEEPING CHERRIES
Tossing smoke
Swept down by wind.
OAKS
Twisted beams
Cased in alabaster.
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Falling Snow
01:49
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The snow whispers around me
And my wooden clogs
Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way
Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again
They will be covered and gone.
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The Hour
03:34
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The sloe was lost in flower,
The April elm was dim;
That was the lover’s hour,
The hour for lies and him.
If thorns are all the bower,
If North winds freeze the fir,
Why, ’tis another’s hour,
The hour for truth and her.
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Traveller's Way
04:44
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From Winter
The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge
Most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes
Rest on each twig and spike of wither'd sedge,
Resembling scatter'd feathers;--vainly breaks
The pale split sunbeam through the frowning cloud,
On Winter's frowns below--from day to day
Unmelted still he spreads his hoary shroud,
In dithering pride on the pale traveller's way,
Who, croodling, hastens from the storm behind
Fast gathering deep and black, again to find
His cottage-fire and corner's sheltering bounds;
Where, haply, such uncomfortable days
Make musical the wood-sap's frizzling sounds,
And hoarse loud bellows puffing up the blaze
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Snows Of Winter
01:43
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From A Lady to Her Lover
The white snows of Winter
Follow the falling of leaves;
I have had your portrait cut
In snow-white jade.
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6. |
A Finer Light
05:06
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From In Memoriam
XXX 30
We paused: the winds were in the beech:
We heard them sweep the winter land;
And in a circle hand-in-hand
Sat silent, looking each at each.
LIV 54
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
Come: not in watches of the night,
But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light.
LXXXV 85
But Summer on the steaming floods,
And Spring that swells the narrow brooks,
And Autumn, with a noise of rooks,
That gather in the waning woods,
XCI 91
When summer's hourly-mellowing change
May breathe, with many roses sweet,
Upon the thousand waves of wheat,
That ripple round the lonely grange;
Come: not in watches of the night,
But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light.
CV 105
Of rising worlds by yonder wood.
Long sleeps the summer in the seed;
Run out your measured arcs, and lead
The closing cycle rich in good.
CXV 115
From land to land; and in my breast
Spring wakens too; and my regret
Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.
Come: not in watches of the night,
But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light.
Epilogue
And rise, O moon, from yonder down,
Till over down and over dale
All night the shining vapour sail
And pass the silent-lighted town,
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Melodic meditations and songs lovingly created from the heart. Inspired from nature and the elements with baritone ukulele, cuatro, wooden flutes,whistles and tongue drum.
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