When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high⠀ And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;⠀ ⠀ They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,⠀ The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;⠀ ⠀ Clear-cut
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