A Winter Landscape
What frightened it
To stick out
As frozen quite;
Icy-pale?
Twig and its bird;
For what's unheard
Vale on vale.
Known in these parts
At these times
Wind-raised, with shrieks
Hill-rushing
Whom spite-balls pitch
That most loathed witch
Hope-crushing.
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