WINTER SONG
Reading edition
Because I sang in April
With magic in the air.
Must I be sad and silent now
When winter boughs are bare?
My heart is not a songster
That waits upon the spring,
But while there is a blessèd sky
And friendly earth, I sing!
For evergreen my joy is,
Like any cedar tree;
It makes a tune of ice and snow
And whispers it to me.
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