Seasons | ||||
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Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, | ||
Whether the summer clothe the general earth | ||
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing | ||
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch | ||
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch | ||
Smokes in the sun-thaw ; whether the eave-drops fall | ||
Heard only in the trances of the blast, | ||
Or if the secret ministry of frost | ||
Shall hang them up in silent icicles, | ||
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon. | ||
— Frost at Midnight, 1798 by British poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) |