When we poor fenmen skate the ice
Or shiver on the wold,
We hear the cry of a single tree
That breaks her heart in the cold --
That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs,
And rendeth by the board.
(R. Kipling)

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	"Leafless trees assume a poise and grace Lifting their branches donned in silvery lace."
	"In each drawing of breath Nothing but white do I see"
	"This chill seeps into my soul The winter white has expunged Life for this white cold And the rose's song is sung"