Welcome back to The Pre-Raphaelite Society's poet-in-residence Sarah Doyle for an incredible selection of Pre-Raphaelite poetry from the bleak mid-winter long, long ago. Icy blasts, warm fires and snow on snow on snow all remind us that there are no flowers without rain. This completes our seasonal poetry series, but I am sure Sarah Doyle will return again soon. 

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