Winter's Crystal Bell
Only can an ear frost-bit
Hear it, glass- like, struck.
What to Winter's first morning
Rose; a stiffer buck!
Out from a pinnacled height
Of blue ice ringing.
Prompting signal to frozed airs
Snow-storms to spearhead.
Northernmost mystical dread.
Twilight does enring.
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