Pleasant View in Winter

On bush and tree and bare brown earthThe glistening snow the wind is heaping,And far beyond the sloping hillsThe lengthening shadows now are creeping.From out the garden's frosty bedsNo flower faces now are peeping.Beneath its shining icy coversThe little pond is soundly sleeping.

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