The White Frost
The earth lay black and weeping, till from God
Came a reflection of the Eternal Face;
And every common weed and branch and clod
Knew itself kindred to the spheres of space.
Came a reflection of the Eternal Face;
And every common weed and branch and clod
Knew itself kindred to the spheres of space.
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