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Dawn turned on her purple pillow / And late, late came the winter day, / Snow was curved to the boughs of the willow, / The sunless world was white and grey.
At noon we heard a blue-jay scolding, / At five the last thin light was lost / From snow-banked windows faintly holding / The feathery filigree of frost.