Caroling Dusk/A Winter Twilight
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A WINTER TWILIGHT
A silence slipping around like death,Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh, a breath;One group of trees, lean, naked and cold,Inking their crests ’gainst a sky green-gold;One path that knows where the corn flowers were;Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;And over it softly leaning down,One star that I loved ere the fields went brown.