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Clouded with snow The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon Over that sea of frozen foam Floats the white moon.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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