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FOUR SONGS OF FOUR SEASONS.
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WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND.
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The wet skies harden;
The gates are barred on
The summer side:
'Shut out the flower‑time,
Sunbeam and shower‑time;
Make way for our time,'
Wild winds have cried.
Green once and cheery,
The woods, worn weary,
Sigh as the dreary
Weak sun goes home:
