‘ ; ATE lies the wintry sun a-bed,
G4 A frosty, fiery sleepy-head ;

  

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise ;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

 

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