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JANUARY AND JUNE.
When snowy eaves are jagged with spar,
And every brook to crystal turns,
The frost that cracks the water-jar
Fills window-panes with flowers and ferns.
And every brook to crystal turns,
The frost that cracks the water-jar
Fills window-panes with flowers and ferns.
When flocks upon the hills are lost,
And snow-wreaths block the carrier's wain,
With silvery flowers and ferns the frost
Fills every misted window-pane.
And snow-wreaths block the carrier's wain,
With silvery flowers and ferns the frost
Fills every misted window-pane.
When cold has stopped the cricket's tune,
And ice-bound clocks forget the hours,
The frost, as though it dreamed of June,
Fills all the panes with ferns and flowers.
And ice-bound clocks forget the hours,
The frost, as though it dreamed of June,
Fills all the panes with ferns and flowers.
When June returns with flowers and ferns
It also dreams,—for rocks are mossed
With furry rime, and, as it turns,
Each willow-leaf seems hoar with frost.
It also dreams,—for rocks are mossed
With furry rime, and, as it turns,
Each willow-leaf seems hoar with frost.
But agrimony in the hedge
Most wintrily recalls the time
When urchins climbed the window-ledge
To thaw the flowers and ferns of rime.
Most wintrily recalls the time
When urchins climbed the window-ledge
To thaw the flowers and ferns of rime.
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