“Winter Time” by Robert Louis Stevenson Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. […]
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