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Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley (June 12, 1819 - January 23, 1875) was an English university professor, historian, and novelist, particularly associated with the West Country and north-east Hampshire
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