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[ After The Rooks have Returned (1871) by Alexei Savrasov ] The thaw of March has set in And grey ice floats on the pond. The birches on the banks Are still leafless but crows have Gathered in the tree tops Crying as they come and go. On the path the wet snow is brown From the earth of footsteps and Across the plain the white cover is patchy From rain and warmer air. The lock of winter is past and Leaves the raw feeling of change As the seasons roll on. |
