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CRISPLY the bright snow whispered, / Crunching beneath our feet; / Behind us as we walked along the parkway, / Our shadows danced, / Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Across the lake the skaters / Flew to and fro, / With sharp turns weaving / A frail invisible net.
In ecstasy the earth / Drank the silver sunlight; / In ecstasy the skaters / Drank the wine of speed; / In ecstasy we laughed / Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy / Sounded its highest note? / But no, / For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said, / "Oh look! " / There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple, / Fearless and gay as our love, / A bluejay cocked his crest! / Oh who can tell the range of joy / Or set the bounds of beauty?