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
Fabric, clay, masonite board, vintage rhinestone jewelry
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