Poem (‘In clear Spring’s high ice-breaking heaven, the snow-striped moors’)  35567

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    In clear Spring's high ice-breaking heaven, the snow-striped moors
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            [0] => In clear Spring's high ice-breaking heaven, the snow-striped moors / Ring like goblets of blue crystal, and there, then, he climbs, / Above the simmering bird and water woods, watching the crows / Float out below him. Till he comes where the cramped / Tussocks creak in the sun, and the last drifts melt like sugar, / And the tear of the curlew turns its edge on silence / Over cemeteries of stone.|c
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