Cold & blealy blew

I love thee well & often when a child

Have roamd the bare brown heath a flower to find

& in the moss clad vale & wood bank wild

Have cropt the little bell flowers paley blue

That trembling peept the sheltering bush behind

When winnowing north winds cold & blealy blew

How have I joyd wi dithering hands to find

Each fading flower & still how sweet the blast

Woud bleak novembers hour restore the joy thats past

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