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Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
By
Samuel Taylor Colerdige
Posted in
Poetry
on December 6, 2019
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Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’ me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.
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