Owl-faced for night-brooding. That window
In which of my new look creature's
Ever wakeful state imprints
Askew, aghast, Winter's grim, for what
Are encountered in treed hints.
Within as without, finding the other
Exiled of a dream's better placed
Bright rapt-adrift sensation.
Apposite moons, and graveyard effective
To each their chills apportion.
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