.Now that the slow moon's rose
on a silver trellis grows,
Where artic rivers froze,
now that the ocean is frozen in motion,
Snow morning comes.
And the birds on the wing
have nothing left to sing,
blown in blue glass
like a schooner held fast
on the ice.
Besides .
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