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To One Coming North

At first you'll joy to see the playful snow,  Like white moths trembling on the tropic air,

Or waters of the hills that softly flow  Gracefully falling down a shining stair.

And when the fields and streets are covered white  And the wind-worried void is chilly, raw,

Or underneath a spell of heat and light  The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,

Like me you'll long for home, where birds' glad song  Means flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry,

And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong,  Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky.

But oh! more than the changeless southern isles,  When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm,

You'll love the Northland wreathed in golden smiles  By the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.

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Claude McKay

Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889[1] – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, and was a central figure in the Harlem Ren…
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