The Snow still lies upon the ground

The snow still lies upon the ground.

Just at the closing-in of the day,
I heard a cart pass the door,
And at the same time,
The dismal sound of a crying infant.
I went to the window,
And had light enough to see
That a man was driving a cart
Which seemed not to be very full,
A woman with an infant in her arms
Was following close behind,
And a dog close to her.
It was a wild and melancholy sight.
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