The air is blue and keen and cold,With snow the roads and fields are white;But here the forest's clothed with lightAnd in a shining sheath enrolled.Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass,Seems clad miraculously with glass:Above the ice-bound streamlet bendsEach frozen fern with crystal ends.
-William Sharp
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