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Winter: Frost at Midnight
Frost at Midnight
9 1/2 x 7 1/2

The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud~and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
      ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge


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