Ieri i campi erano soltanto grigi con neve sparsa ed ora il pi lungo erba-lascia appena emerge; Tuttavia i suoi passi profondi contrassegnano la neve ed accendono verso i pini al bordo bianco delle colline.
Non posso vederlo, poich la sciarpa bianca della foschia oscura il legno scuro ed il cielo arancione con acuto; Ma sta attendendo, io sa, impaziente e freddo, sobs di met lottante nel suo sigh gelido.
Perch venire cos subito, quando deve sapere che soltanto il pi vicino all'addio inevitabile; La collina ripida, sulla neve che i miei punti sono lenti perch viene, quando conosce a che cosa devo dire?
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