Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro All they find, outside the fold, Is a wretched width of cold.
As they wait beside the ewe, Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies Hidden round them, waiting too, Earth's immeasureable surprise. They could not grasp it if they knew, What so soon will wake and grow Utterly unlike the snow.
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I had also learn and read the phiplip larkin’s poem like Mr.Bleaney, Church Going, MCMXIV 1914
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I had also learn and read the phiplip larkin’s poem like Mr.Bleaney, Church Going, MCMXIV 1914
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Mr Bleaney is an unforgettable oneš I didn’t learn any of his opens though I enjoyed reading some of them
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Ueah.
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