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by T.S. EliotThe Journey Of The MagiA cold coming we had of it,Just the worst time of the yearFor a journey, and such a long journey:The ways deep and the weather sharp,The very dead of winter.’And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,Lying down in the melting snow.There were times we regrettedThe summer palaces on slopes, theContinue reading “Journey of the Magi : T S Eliot : : Winter Poems : :”