The poem
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound.
Where else can we be so deeply moved by so few words?
As Shelley said, "Poetry is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge."
so many years ago ,how he felt my feelings ,i dont know ! i have lost my husband and really feel like the widow bird.
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