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The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy (and SAT Essay Prep) • Doing What Matters with Janice Campbell
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their...