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 LOUDED 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.