Snow
The moon, like a round device On a shadowy shield of war, Hangs white in a heaven of ice With a solitary star. The wind is sunk to a sigh, And the waters are stern with frost; And gray, in the eastern sky, The last snow-cloud is lost. White fields, that are winter-starved, Black woods, that are winter-fraught, Cold, harsh as a face death-carved With the iron of some black thought.
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"The moon, like a round device..."
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