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Show A ritoHTv aioiiMMi. ( love these frosty mornings. When all the outer air Is tingling with a frwhneM And vim beyond compare. The north wind In the tree tops Proclaims the coming dawn, And sends the crisp learn rattling Across the froten lawn From dome adjacent farmyard A watchrul chanticleer With-raucous, Joyoua crowing Aaanlls the atmosphpere. Then, nearer home, a witchdoj, Awakened from his sleep, Olven voleo to his resentment In tones prolonged and deep, A wagon bound for market, Ooea creaking don the roadj I henr the axles groaning Beneath the heavy load. The light grows nt my window. And on the pone, I toe, Jnek Frost has llnintd a picture Of stiver tracery. Now, from tho servants' stairway Slow feet pass down tho hall; And then a kitchen shutter Ctanga against the wall. 1 love, these frosty mornings, To note thess things, nnd then To draw th bedclothes closer, And go to sleep sgaln Cathollo Standard. |