Ambition, and Other Poems/A Dream of Winter

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A Dream of Winter
These flowers survive their lover bees,
 Whose deep bass voices filled the air;
The cuckoo and the nightingale
 Have come and gone, we know not where.

Now, in this green and silent world,
 In Autumn, full of smiling light,
I hear a bird that, suddenly,
 Startles my hearing and my sight.

It is the Robin, singing of
 A silver world of snow and frost;
Where all is cold and white—except
 The fire that's on his own warm breast.

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