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The frost has lain, / Frost that is dark with flowered slain, / Fragilely strewn / With patches of illuminated moon,
About my lonely head in flagged unlovely red.
The frost has spake, / Frost secretive and thrilled in silent flake, / With unseen lips of blue / Glass in the glaze stars threw,
Only to my ears, has spake in visionary tears.
The frost has known, / From scattered conclave by the few winds blown, / That the lone genius in my roots, / Bare down there in a jungle of fruits,
Has planted a green year, for praise, in the heart of my upgrowing days.
The frost has filled / My heart with longing that the night's sleeve spilled, / Frost of celestial vapour fraught, / Frost that the columns of unfallen snow have sought,
With desire for the fields of space hovering about my single place.