Poem : Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind ( Fragment )

Poet : Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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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