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A WINTER SONG

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                        THE wreath is faded from the reveller’s brow,
                           Never a flower remains!
                        Where is the beauty, where the gladness now—
                           The lip the vintage stains?

                        Fled as a dream! But, by my dying fire,
                           As I sit here alone—
                        The snowflakes spotting all her dusk attire
                           Enters a wrinkled crone:

                        ‘Cottage and hall alike must ope to me,’
                           Quoth the unwelcome wife;
                        ‘I come, uncalled, to bear you company,
                           And leave you but with life!’

                                                                              GEORGE DOUGLAS.

MLA citation:

Douglas, George. “A Winter Song.” The Evergreen; A Northern Seasonal, vol. 4 Winter 1896-7, p. 21. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, General Editor Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv4_douglas_song/