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Last Snow

ISSUE:  Spring 1931

Come down, grey cloud, and stop the winter’s going! O cloud, of feathery rain, on the tree of air Break again and cover the earth with blowing South-slanted silver! Smother the dark loam where The soft green fire of Spring is kindled, let This perilous madness be buried by icy reason And winter still muffle my breast that it may forget The fire of the blood and the wild heart’s April treason!


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