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The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge 'Frost at Midnight'
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These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.
~ Thomas Bailey Aldrich ' Frost-Work' |







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