A Mind of Winter

   Cabin in deep snow One must have a mind of winterTo regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter  Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the windIn the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind  That is blowing in…

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