Ambition, and Other Poems/In Winter

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In Winter
The cold, ice-sucking Wind has gone,
 The air breathes quietly;
The Rain has come, as warm as spray
 That sprinkles ships at sea.

And I remember how I woke,
 Before my time to rise,
And heard a Robin and a Thrush
 Cheering the winter skies.

Now when my Summer fails to shine,
 And skies are cold and grey—
I'll let my Memory warm her hands
 At this fine winter's day.

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