Where does comforts bosom glow
Where lives he a tenant now
In snug places out of doors
Fields or woods or rushy moors
No for winter occupies
Every bit of earth & skies
Overhead the clouds are dull
Underfoot the roads are full
Of mire & sludge & water too
That slushes in the ploughmans shoe
& spatters from the hasty horse
That has the meadows floods to cross
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