Curling itself around the hoary walls and
Chimneys, squeezing out thin threads of smoke;
Testing its tongue in doors and drafty halls --
Cold snout on naked cheek and opened throat.
Prints the span of cities freeze the walks,
Flushing wind-bit with sharpy breath, and
Wreathing breath with vapours as we talk, it
Seeps through frosted panes whene'er we rest.
Within its glassy bulk the light so leaps, in
Blues deep, whites bright, crisp'd to tear the eye --
Stars wax bright in night's more inky deep, and
Lamps spill golden rays to pierce its hide.
   Round the equinox it sports and plays,
   Then lolls about 'til March, and runs away.

January 30, 2006

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