This day, come our eve's sweet
To greet again smile
Intends thwarting.
Through that wintry grimness
Blows sour; burdens a way;
Tree limbs, downed in.
Yet thicker, woolier
Jacketted and scarfed
One, warm-eyed!
Now only, and by it grudged
With a last rainy swipe
More beautified!
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